School was finally over, and I walked home from school. When I was walking, I noticed that Luke was following me home.
"Why are you following me?" I asked him, and started running.
"Don't run away from me, or the beatings will get worse!" He yelled. He was now running too. I stopped, knowing I was going to get hurt anyways.
"Just hurt me already," I told him. Next thing I knew, my nose was bleeding.
"Can I go now?" I asked him.
"Yeah, but it will be worse next time," He told me as he walked in a different direction as me.
When I got home I started to call my mom's name, just to check on her. I got no answer, so I got worried.
"Mom! This isn't funny! Say something!" I yelled hoping for a response. No response. I checked her bedroom and found her laying on her bed. But she wasn't moving. I instantly called 911.
911 what's your emergency?
MY MOM'S DEAD!
Okay, calm down ma'am. What's your name?
What's your address?
5692 Oak street W. Germany 22391.
Okay, an ambulance is on their way. Do you have anybody to stay with?
Yes, my mom's friend Liz. She had it planned out, so she knows that I am coming already.
Okay, contact Liz and tell her to come over as soon as possible.
Okay, thank you. Bye.
I hung up the phone as paramedics were running in the room. I texted Liz and she came to pick me up. The rest was a blur.