The boy stared at his mother. "What!" he exclaimed in shock.
Although, wouldn't you also react in that way if you were suddenly told you were going to move to a prestigious school in a tiny town?
His mother sighed. "Honey," she said sadly, "this is for the best."
"How is this for the best!" he shouted furiously. "You're making me leave all of my friends!"
Just as his mother had went to respond, the two startled. The front door slammed open loudly and the boy felt his stomach sink as he heard heavy footsteps on the floorboards downstairs. "Enough, we'll talk about this later," the tall, blonde woman whispered hastily. "Go to your room and lock the door."
He glanced at his mother in horror, his mind filling with memories he would rather forget. He began creeping silently to the door of the small study, but halted and turned to the woman. "Are you going to be okay, mum?"
She gave a small, reassuring smile to her son. It failed to ease his anxiety. She made a shooing motion with her hands and the boy finally left the room. He crept down the hall, opening the door to his bedroom and shutting it behind him as silently as possible. The click of the lock sliding shut set a deep seed of dread in the pit of his stomach.
He quietly began preparing for bed, trying to ignore as the muffled yelling from his parents. Laying down on the uncomfortable mattress of his bed. He turned over to his side, facing the window. Pressing the pillow over his ears, he tried desperately to ignore the verbal abuse pouring through the thin walls.
Eventually, it faded to a stop. He pulled his phone out from under his pillow and sighed.
1:34 am.
'I should really get some sleep. It's a school day tomorrow,' he thought.
Finally deciding to get some rest, he laid his head down and soon fell asleep.