Why didn't Dad get it? Why did he keep doing things that didn't make sense? Why did Mom do the same? He was tired of it. He struggled to get his hands out of his dad's. "They need help Dad! That girl can't breathe!" "R-Ren!" he said, his big hands stopping him with little effort. Why did Dad have to be slow? Ren just went for his dad's pockets to see if he had his phone. That surprised Dad into letting him go and he said, pointing at the girls, Ren felt Dad pull him again, about to lift him up and carry him. It looked almost like the little girl was choking. In her arms was a little girl, her clothes just as dirty and torn, who was shaking from her wheezing. Ren turned to his left to see a woman in very dirty clothes shouting for help, asking for someone to call an ambulance. He was going to speak again but his ears picked up the sound of coughing and panic.
He gripped his arm and started to move him.īut Ren snapped his head side to side. When Dad was beside him, he kneeled and looked him over.ĭad just sighed. It didn't matter though as when he thought that.ĭad shouted and he glanced up to see him run up to him. He knew he should head back, but he also knew there was still a good chance of Dad and Mom still fighting if he did, maybe even because of him. All he knew was that the ones around him only glanced at him before going on their way, and that the sun was starting to set. He ended up sitting on a sidewalk, his back up against a random building as he hugged his knees to his chest. But it wasn't long before his body slowed, telling him to stop, and he was forced to listen to it. He didn't care where he went, he just wanted to run. But he didn't see any of it, shutting his eyes to try and stop the tears threatening to come out. And he could smell the scent of wet concrete. He could hear the talking of people passing by. He went out of his room, past his parents in the kitchen, shouting for him as he burst through the front door. There was only one new thought:Īnd he did. Why did Mom have to be so mean? Dad loved her but Mom just kept shouting and hitting him.
Or, worse, it was something he did and Dad was taking it for him again. It was probably over something stupid again, like Dad not buying the right drink or not putting his clothes away.
He could still hear Mom being mean to Dad. Those were the only thoughts in Ren's head as he tried to make himself as small as possible in the corner of his room and covered his ears to block the noise.
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