Her obsession

The boy

"It is all my fault."-he thought to himself -"I shouldn't have survived that day." He was remorsing while washing the dishes with tap water and his tears. When he heard the door of his brothers room open and close. He knew she was coming , coming for him but he just couldn't face her. Her was so terrified that he didn't face her although he could feel her gaze on him. He finished the dishes and turned around to quickly run to his room not looking , not even a glance at her. But he fell with his face down on the floor when she blocked his legs with her's. " Where do you think you are going? You pig." He adjusted himself on the floor, then grabbed her feet. "I am sorry. I am really sorry, please forgive me. " He was crying and pleading to her. When he looked up at her, her expression was ice cold . It was that her heart was made of stone. Who does that to her own SON. "I hate her. "He thought, then immediately wiped that thought out of his mind." I shouldn't think like that she's my mother. But she's so cruel. She still loves me ,she does." - he told himself with a reassuring tone. His mother for some reason found the entire situation rather amusing and started laughing. When he looked up at her, she moved her legs away from him roughly and then walked towards the sofa. He was unsure of what or how he was supposed to react to that so he stood up brushed his clothes and began walking towards his room. " Your room privileges are revoked"- she said. He looked at her disappointed yet relieved .At least it wasn't as bad as the last time. Last time she had tied him up to a pillar in his room and left him there for an entire day without food and water, arms and legs stretched out. It was painful but he thought he deserved it. He was happy that his mother was merciful this time. But he still couldn't understand exactly what  he had lost.He just stood by the door looking at his mother." You will sleep on the couch from today and handle all the midnight tantrums of your father , okay?. I am just sick and tired of him and you. " She said in a cold voice not even looking at him once. He nodded. " Hope you do not have a problem with that because if you do I don't care."
His POV
I went rushing into my room fell on the bed and started sobbing. "What has happened to my mother. She used to love me so much earlier but now.... " I could feel pain in my chest. It was like somebody was crushing my heart. I went by the window and opened it for some fresh air. I could see other kids playing with their mothers in the park. I remember the time mom and I used to go out like that. " She was very kind today maybe my begging for mercy had an impact on her. She smiled at me after like months. Although I would miss my bed but I think if I pull this off she might be happy with me. I would do anything to make her love me again . I so needed her warm embrace. I missed it so much." I was lost in my thoughts as I heard the door of my room open. "Hi!" - Charlie said. " Hi! Bro . What up? "- I asked completely casually. Like I wasn't just soul crushed a while ago. I walked up towards him. "Did you sleep well?"- I asked , hugging my brother tightly -" I so needed that" I sighed. " You are choking me" - I heard him say- " geez , what has got into you all today. First mom then you. I hate that. You guys are treating me like a kid." I smiled and let go of him. He doesn't know how lucky he is that mom takes him into her embrace like this. " You will miss it when it's gone" - I said leaning on to him for a bit. "I won't "- he exclaimed "yes you will "- I rebutted taking him to the window before he could say something else. I was trying to show him how peaceful kids were with their parents taking care of them and looking after them." Puff"- I heard him sigh. Clearly he wasn't loving the scene as much as I was so I tried to change the subject. "How was school today?. "- I asked. "Nothing other than usual" rolling his eyes over me he replied. " If anybody bullies you , you come straight to me. Don't hesitate to stand up against what's wrong. Okay."- I said turning his head towards me. " I am not bullied why does everyone keeps asking me that."- he replied rather annoyed and shrugging my hand off . " Everybody thinks that I am weak. I need to be taken care of and protected. You are so free. You don't have to answer these questions because you are strong and nobody thinks that kids will bully you. I wish I was like you."- he said placing his head on my shoulder lightly and hugging me, I hugged him back." Trust me on this, you don't wanna be like me."- I replied with a slight pain in my heart. If only he knew what being like me meant. Being hated by your own mother, how it feels. Although, I wish he  never gets to know how that feels . It feels like hell.
It has been about half an hour now. I was lost in my thoughts and my brother and I were still holding tightly to each other. I came out of my space into reality when I heard my father yelling Charlie's name. He was terrified and shaking in my arms. " What happened Charlie . what did you do?"- I asked concerned. " Nothing"- he replied pressing his head deeper into my chest. I knew he was not telling me something me , he would not tell it to me so easily. I found another way. " If you didn't do anything then there is no need to b::e afraid. Let's go , our father is calling you"- I said  rising up and slightly tugging his hand  , just to pretend that I was trying to pull him out of the room." No!"- he shouted shaking my hand off and running to the corner of the room. He was shaking and crying." He will beat me."- he managed to mumble between the sobs. I slowly walked towards him but stopped when I saw him flinching. " If you won't tell me what you did , I won't be able to help."- I said  in a concerned tone wanting him to come down and talk." I broke his favourite wine bottle" -  he blurred out of nowhere." It's okay."- I said walking towards him . I held him in my arms and we sat down on the bed . He was still pretty terrified. I could feel it. " Don't worry just let me handle this. Don't speak anything. Okay."- He nodded wiping off his tears looking at me confused." I wouldn't let him hurt you. I promise."- I said In an assuring tone leading him out of the room and to where my father was calling out his name. His face was red with anger eyes were like a shade darker from usual. My father was a bit too attached to his whiskey and wine bottles. Once our house was on fire and the first thing he did was go and check up on his wine bottles. His obsession with those bottles  bothers me a lot. I took a deep breath and stood before him. " What happened dad? Why are you yelling?" He jumped to catch Charlie as soon as he saw him but I was quick to drag him out of the way and behind me. " I asked what happened dad? Don't make me repeat it." I had started hating him. All this was his fault. If he hadn't done what he did our family would have been just as happy as before. He was my father but a rather incompetent one who valued money and material more than people.
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