I came home from work. It's always the same, work, home, and sleep. Always on repeat. Does it ever end.
"Hey! Your leaving early?" Jayce said. Jumping on me.
"Hey! Get off!" I said.
"Aww...." Jayce whined as she got off.
"I have to run some errands for my mom!" I smiled as I walked out of the cafe.
I went to a store to get some medicine for my mom. I thanked the cashier and left. I went home happily. My mother was sick but it wasn't bad. At least that's what I thought.
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I walked into the house when I heard a familar voice.
"Where's the damn MONEY!" He yelled.
I heard my mother fall to the floor. I ran to her room. Seeing my brother with fist and my mother on the floor.
"What are you doing! She's old!" I yelled.
"Serve's her right." He said looking at my mother in pity.
"She's sick, who knows if she'll survive this one." I said holding back my tears.
"Does it matter. It her damn fault she's like this." He said smirking.
I slapped him. I felt tears fall down. Why is he like this? I helped my mother get to her bed. I turned to my brother in shame. He smiled proudly.
"Hahaha," He smirked, " you're so predictable. It's sad."
"Go somewhere else." I said head down.
Ashton, my brother, grabbed my shirt and push me down to the floor, hard.
"You shouldn't blame me for this. YOU KNOW DAMN WE-"
"Ashton Please, just go,"I cried, tears falling endlessly. "If you want money get a job."
I looked down not daring to look at him.
He came walking towards me and grabbed my chin. I was forced to look up.
"It's not the money I'm here for." He smiled and left.
I was left laying on the floor helpless. I looked at my mother, who was now having trouble breathing.
I rushed towards her and gave her pills.
"Why is he like this?" I ask crying.
"There's only so much you could know." Mother whispered silently.
I looked up and went to take a shower. How long will this go on? Do I not know him at all?