Sammy Walcott
I threw my bag down and was sprinting upstairs, taking it two at a time. I was beyond furious and my mum's loud cries, only fueled me more.
I made it to my mum's room faster than usual and kicked the door open, thankfully it wasn't locked. The sight before me had my blood boiling and I just saw red.
Dennis was straddling my mother, her clothes thrown everywhere. Her legs were kicking behind and on her face were fresh bright red hand prints. He was holding her by the neck, hitting her down to the floor.
"Get off my mother!" I yelled raising him up by the shirt and throwing him as far from her as I could. My eyes settled on her and she was far more worst than I deduced. Far more worst.
Dennis laughter echoed through the room as he struggled to get on his feet. "Little Sam
