Chapter 1
Brendon quickly ran, broom in his hand, and slid on the floor. He was throwing a hacky sack earlier, but accidentally threw it and broke one of his mother's 'timeless' vases. He knew he was in huge trouble. His mother wasn't home though, lucky for him, but he had to clean it up quickly. Putting the dust pan on the floor, he swept up the broken glass, making sure he got all of it before dumping it in the trash can. Sighing, he quickly put the pan back, and as he closed the door he heard a car door slam shut. Panicking, he quickly went to sit on the couch, acting as if nothing had happened and he was watching TV the entire time. The front door squeaked open, hearing drunken giggles from his mother as she walked in alone. Thank God. She came over to Brendon though, Bud Light in hand as she smirked at him. She just looked plain evil, and Brendon scooted away from her a little.
"Whatcha been doin' ya little shit?" she slurred, taking another huge sip before she spilt some on the couch. "Fuck!" she growled, pushing Brendon out of the way harshly as she got up to throw the bottle away. Brendon watched her carefully, hoping she didn't look in the trash can when she threw away the alcoholic drink.
"I-I love y-you!" Brendon quickly called, his mother only scoffing before a shriek escaped her lips. She screamed loudly, and Brendon could hear the bottle crash on the ground, not even close to the trash can. Brendon could feel tears brim up in the corner of his eyes, knowing that he disappointed his mother once again.
"You little fucking dumbass! Why the fuck are you so Goddamn dumb?!" she screamed while pacing into the living room quickly. Brendon cowered in fear, scooting as far away as possible. "That was my fucking priceless vase! You fucking broke it!" she screamed again, a deranged look filling her eyes. Even if Brendon's mother was scary, she had never been this scary. She quickly gripped Brendon hair, tugging him off the couch.
"M-Mommy! I'm so-sorry! Please, don't, M-Mommy!" Brendon cried, tears now flowing as he felt some of his hair rip out. His head was on fire, and he could feel the salty tears wash down his face as he got dragged. "I di-didn't mean to-too!" he cried, feeling her other hand slap him continuous times on the back of his head.
"Oh, you didn't mean too?! Just like you didn't mean to make your father leave?!" she screamed, knowing that was Brendon's one weakness. Talking about his father like that, telling him he was the reason why he left in the first place. Brendon could feel anger build up in the pit of his stomach. He tried standing up, doing it after a few tries, and ripping his mother's hand off of his hair. He pushed her harshly, snarling as she fell to the ground. After a moment, his eyes went wide, finally realizing he laid a hand on his mother. Something he vowed never to do, ever. Brendon's mother looked up at him with her own eyes wide as well, shaking her head slowly as she got up. "You.. You.." she mumbled, her anger getting back quickly. She came up to Brendon, over towering him since she had really high heels on. Her hand collided with Brendon's face, smacking him so hard that he fell on the carpet. "You're gonna put your hands on me now? Huh?!" she yelled at the young boy, but the only thing Brendon could do was shake his head.
"N-No! I.. No, Mo-Mommy!" he shouted, "I did-didn't mean t-too!" he cried, seeing her walk off quickly. He sat up, touching his face to see that it stung horribly. Tears still fell as he heard his mother's voice in the kitchen.
"I'm sending you fucking away, you will not lay a hand on me!" she yelled, making Brendon rush in. He shook his head, repeatedly telling his mother that he was sorry about it. About everything. He couldn't be sent to a boy's home, he just couldn't. He wouldn't last one day there. He would be scared without his mother; he needed his mother. Brendon's mother was soon on the phone, talking over Brendon cries of no. She smiled eventually, saying a sweet thank you to whoever was on the phone. "There!" she exclaimed as she hung up. "There, you will be going tomorrow!" she smirked, pushing the boy out of the way, and into the hard, marble counter. Brendon could feel sharp pains run up his spine, letting out a small cry. He couldn't believe it. His mother always threatened the boy's home, but she never called them once. She never took him there ever, but he was going to leave tomorrow? Brendon slid to the floor, the palm of his hands dug into his eyes as he cried loudly. She is lying, she has to be lying. Mommy loves me, she would never send me to that horrible place.