I have to get out of the house I can’t take it anymore. The abuse really pushed me over the edge this time. That whore can hit me all she wants but, as soon as she put a finger on my little brother Sam, I have to leave. I pick him up and run outside I whisper “We’re gonna go for a ride now okay.” “Okay,” He says rolling around in the backseat. I hop in the front seat and start up the rustbucket just as my mom runs out screaming at me yelling an incoherent rant. I tear out of the driveway just as she gets to the driver side door. As we drive down the street out of the neighborhood my brother speaks “ I want ice cream.” I pull out my wallet while we’re sitting at a red light I look into it and see a 20 dollar bill. Not much but it will get
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Wait happy birthday Connor.”
“Okay, we’ll be there soon just chill out.That is weird I didn’t even remember it was my birthday.”
My brother had a black eye forming on his face from where my mom had hit him. I hate her so much ever since I was young I had always dreamed of getting away I’m only 17 now. My brother is three. We slowly pull up to the rather creepy ice cream shop it seemed barely useable. My brother and I step out of the car. We hurriedly get inside there is a middle-aged man with a short beard staring at me from behind the counter. I walk up to the counter holding my little brother’s hand. “What will you have,” the man blurts out.
“Mint chip mint chip” my brother screams letting go of my hand and charging the …show more content…
We slowly walk back to the car. I help him get in the backseat. Then I climb in the front seat. I start up the car and hear the familiar growl of the engine as we drive out of the parking lot and back home. As we drive I find my eyes drifting back to the broken rear view mirror. We wait at the same stoplight pass the same ice cream shop it’s always the same. We finally arrive home my brother gets himself out of the car and we head for the front door of the house we open it and hear nothing. No screaming nothing just silence. My brother walks in and lays down on the couch. I sit next to him and look at our old TV. “What do you want to watch,” I question?
“Iron Man.”
“Really, again.”
“Yeah Iron Man because he shoots the lasers at the bad guys.”
“Okay, fine Iron Man it is.” I stand up and walk toward the small collection of DVDs placed next to the TV. I search for a few moments and, eventually find the movie. “I got it.”
“Yay,” my brother exclaims!
“Alright,” I say putting the movie in. “Okay enjoy the show I’m gonna take a quick nap.” I lay down on a couch next near my brother’s as the movie begins to play. I wake up to my brother shaking me vigorously.
“Wake up wake up.”
“What is it
Wait happy birthday Connor.”
“Okay, we’ll be there soon just chill out.That is weird I didn’t even remember it was my birthday.”
My brother had a black eye forming on his face from where my mom had hit him. I hate her so much ever since I was young I had always dreamed of getting away I’m only 17 now. My brother is three. We slowly pull up to the rather creepy ice cream shop it seemed barely useable. My brother and I step out of the car. We hurriedly get inside there is a middle-aged man with a short beard staring at me from behind the counter. I walk up to the counter holding my little brother’s hand. “What will you have,” the man blurts out.
“Mint chip mint chip” my brother screams letting go of my hand and charging the …show more content…
We slowly walk back to the car. I help him get in the backseat. Then I climb in the front seat. I start up the car and hear the familiar growl of the engine as we drive out of the parking lot and back home. As we drive I find my eyes drifting back to the broken rear view mirror. We wait at the same stoplight pass the same ice cream shop it’s always the same. We finally arrive home my brother gets himself out of the car and we head for the front door of the house we open it and hear nothing. No screaming nothing just silence. My brother walks in and lays down on the couch. I sit next to him and look at our old TV. “What do you want to watch,” I question?
“Iron Man.”
“Really, again.”
“Yeah Iron Man because he shoots the lasers at the bad guys.”
“Okay, fine Iron Man it is.” I stand up and walk toward the small collection of DVDs placed next to the TV. I search for a few moments and, eventually find the movie. “I got it.”
“Yay,” my brother exclaims!
“Alright,” I say putting the movie in. “Okay enjoy the show I’m gonna take a quick nap.” I lay down on a couch next near my brother’s as the movie begins to play. I wake up to my brother shaking me vigorously.
“Wake up wake up.”
“What is it