My eyes dart from the man to my mother's unmoving form, to her vacant eyes that stare listlessly at the caving ceiling. Tears blur my vision making it harder to see a thing, and a snarl rumbles through the room. A drunk slur. "The b***h wouldn't stop rambling. Pushed her." A distressed sound. "Give me anything you've got and I won't harm you."
He kicks at my old bag in the corner, uncaring. "Empty it out."
I don't move, can't move. I should have been home earlier. Had I been, she wouldn't...she wouldn't be...oh gods. I lunge for her, and at the sudden movement, the male moves, his boots kicking into my side.
The scene distorts slightly, and for a moment, I'm somewhere else...on a road, and someone's smile flashes in my face before a fist rams into my stomach.
But I'm suddenly hurled ba
