Troubled Curls

The Horrid Time

I was seven when it all began. My mother, Anne, and her latest man toy Jonah had just bought us a new house in Mullingar, Ireland. I thought I would really enjoy it here. I did at first. We were having so much fun as a family. What would you qualify as family? I say family is people who love each other to no end. People who would do anything you needed. My family had changed once we moved to Mullingar. Jonah and my mother were constantly fighting. One day, it was a week from my eighth birthday, I'll never forget his day. I was sitting at the table with my mother, who was pregnant at the time. Jonah walks into the room, beer in hand, and starts asking my mother about the mail. The mail was no laughing matter in this house.
"Anne, darling?"
"Y-yes?"
"I noticed that Little Harry went to check the mail this fine day. Is this true?"
My mother was silent. I could only look at the ground.
"Anne? You know to answer when spoken to. Did he or did he not?"
"Yes, but only because I have felt ill and..."
The next thing I hear is my mother scream. I look up to see Jonah atop my mother.
I couldn't let this happen.
I look around in panic.
The first thing I see is Jonah's beer bottle.
I grab it and break it over his head.
Jonah falls to the side.
I'm left with the sight of my unconscious mother.
"Mummy...?"
I shake her a bit.
I realize at this point she is dead.
I have to go to.
I have to leave before any cops find me the only one not unconscious or dead.
I grab the phone and dial the police.
Before I go, I run over and kiss my mother's lifeless body.
"I will never forget you. I Love you. You didn't deserve this."
I kiss her stomach knowing my little brother will not have to deal with the horrible stuggles of this world.