Short Story On Spew

His bloody fist connected with my jaw, causing me to spew a vile solution of blood and pieces of my own teeth all over the crumb infested floor. Damn that hurt! I stumbled to the floor and as I tried to pick myself up, my father 's boot smashed my head into the floor. “Now I 'll ask again,” my stepfather yelled with a slur, proving my suspicions that he was drunk correct, “Are you gonna get me that beer?” My mother watched the scene quietly from the kitchen table, knowing that she wouldn 't do anything. She couldn 't do anything except sit there, trying not to make direct eye contact with my tear-ridden eyes. Mom.. please help me. She was like a blind, mute cat who can only listen to its surroundings. My attention surfaced back to my stepfather when he stomped his foot onto my chest, “Will you

“Sorry Halbert, but I can 't respect people who don 't deserve it.” My face was getting red hot and I felt the blood drying in my mouth. Why did I say that? My mouth has a mind of its own! Suddenly, I was gasping for oxygen. My lungs were in distress, grasping at any piece of oxygen they could find. I felt like I was dying as my stepfather’s hand on my neck anchored me to the wall. I tried to look out to my mom for help, but he used his other hand to force me to look at him. He said nothing, but his expression was so intense that it could probably tell a thousand stories and of those stories was my death. He isn 't going to stop. I 'm going to die. I 'm going to die. A row of tears streamed down my cherry bright face. It 's over. I closed my eyes, saw the darkness, and waited. Out of nowhere, a shower of glass rained down next to me and buried itself into the carpet. Air started to fill my lungs and I felt released from my prison shackles that were Hal’s hands. I scooped air into my lungs as I fell to the floor breathing heavily. My mom stood over my stepfather 's unconscious body with half a broken beer bottle in her hand and glass