Him: Drunken anger, hatred towards me, love for his brother. He doesn't listen to anyone I tell him not to, more like beg.
Me: Sober, scared, screaming. "Stop don't do this your brother will be home soon he isn't going to like what I tell him, don't make it worse"
He hit me once.
I hit him back.
He hit me twice.
Unconscious, bleeding from my mouth. On the cold hard floor.
Bouncing around I hear crying pushing my hair out of my face with a wet face cloth wiping the blood from my mouth. Ray is bent over me crying, Amanda is driving somewhere.
Concord hospital, empty I'm cold. Ray has his arms wrapped around me, where was he when his brother hit me?
I need six months of dental work and now I have braces on my once perfect teeth, I have a concussion, and I need to have surgery on my septum.
I probably shouldn't have stood up to him. Damn my stubborn confidence.
Pounding, spinning, slow. Churning growls louder than my jumbled thoughts, getting blocked out by snippets of television every now and then.
Slow and steady. Relax. I cry. Deep breaths. Slow and steady.
I need someone more than ever but there is no one for me.
Where have all the good ones gone?