Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 90

Out of the clang, there was my mom’s sound of surprise. Her skinny arm and hands covering her ears as tiny rain drops fell from the sky. With a minute of hesitation, I found a blanket inside the pocket of the front seat and used it as an umbrella for me and mom to safely get in the house. Silence ran across the entire house. Quiet enough that I could clearly hear the tear drops from mom’s cheeks hitting the floor as it was dropping. Mom and I stood there. Then a loud slam came from upstairs that cause both of us to jump. I was forced to go in my room which was on the first floor. My room didn’t have a heater. To save money for the electricity bill, Dad sold my heater to his pals next door. I mean, I understand. Teenagers can survive without having a heater in the middle of November. But selling it to his pals seem a little illogical. I was in the room alone for about two hours. I couldn’t hear anything that happened upstairs. My curiosity level increased gradually as each second passed. At this moment, I had no choice but to check what was going on upstairs. As I reached halfway up the staircase, I could start hearing the murmurs of my parents’ voices. “Just do it. Mary, just do it. It’s the best for both of us.” My heart dropped down to my stomach. My heart beat rose. “Maybe for you, but I ain’t going nowhere without my son.” I felt relief. But hatred grew inside for my step-dad. My instinct was telling me to go back to my room. So, I did. As I was, I heard a slap. Round two of my heart drop. I didn’t turn around, I was facing the bottom of the staircase. One part of me was telling me to go check, the other part of telling me to go back and let the adults handle it themselves. Ignoring 50% of my thoughts, I ran towards their room. The door was slightly open. Through the door, I saw someone lying down. My feet stopped. Wishing that wasn’t my mom. Long hair…blonde curly hair. I pushed the door open and ran towards the body. Tears dropping, this time it wasn’t my mom’s. Dad was right beside Mom, kneeling down on two knees. “Hospital…hospital…please. God damn it are you out of your mind!” I cried out of my throat. Grabbed his phone and called. When the ambulance arrived, it was too late. “I’