Not This Again

The shrieks pierced through my ears and echoed around my mind. Flying my arm through the air, I slammed down on the button in hopes of providing my ears peace. My body sunk itself deeper within the marshmallow mattress, giving into the joys of relaxation. Whilst my eyes began to slam shut and my mind reinstated its journey to the other side. The deep pounds of her feet rang within my ear drums as their sounds drew closer.

“Get Up!”

Adrenaline piped its way through my veins, forcing me to fly out of bed, whilst my heart pounded beneath my chest and my lungs struggled to continue the process of breathing.

“Your always late, you’re not gonna be late anymore”

Her words planted a seed of anger within my mind, as my scowling face watch her figure move towards the window and her trunk like arms forced the curtains open. A burning sensation began to form within my pupils causing me to wince and twist my body out of sight.

“Oh please, stop being melodramatic and get the hell up-“ She paused. Almost giving off the impression of ‘thinking’. “The next time I come in here. I’ll have boiling water in hand”

“Right.” I said, whilst flying out of bed and charging towards the bathroom. I could hear her body follow behind me causing the hairs at the back of my neck to rise, which only encouraged my legs to move faster.

“Marcus! Stop Running!” She belted, but it was too late. Slamming the door behind me and twisting the bolt, I was left with nothing but the sound of my own breathing.

My lungs begged for air whilst the tips of my fingers beated along with my heart, I pressed my back to the cold wood of the door and slid down till I could feel the tiles beneath me. Why do I need to do this? The words danced within my mind, as they do every morning, taunting my every choice. The floor rattled as her body drew closer to the door, and her fist began pounding against its cold wood, almost causing the hinges to rattle off.

BANG

BANG

BANG

“And don’t you dare take 3 hours like last time. You’re going!” her words murdered my ears as well as stunning my heart ‘you’re going’ even too painful to repeat within my mind. Why do I have to do this… every weekend?

My heart sank, as the realisation of escape was inevitable, climbing through the window was no longer an option after being caught by the neighbour last time. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I won’t be late for once. The thought caused my throat to dry up and my toes to curl, darn you Erin. Your only five years older and you feel the need to kiss mom and dad’s ass all the time. Letting out a hot breath of air, I slumbered over to the mirror and contemplated the horrors to come. My eyes began to swell and my breath was hitched at the back of my throat.

“Very well…” I huffed, my mouth finding it hard to form the words, it was as if there was a large gulp fighting its right to stay down “I’ll go see… Granny and Grandpa”