My mother was protecting this traitor like he did nothing wrong. That just made me angrier if i had to say so. When she was protecting him she got hit by me. She always had a kind heart, she even cared about the pest that hurt her.
When she looked at me she looked at m with fear in her eyes. Like I wasn't her son anymore. It was the type of fear that you never wanted to see in a person. She looked me up and down as she was try to see if I was sane. She rised her hand, and before i knew it she was punching me in my face.
I was shock, but if she wanted to be on his side so be it. She was now my target. I did with her as i did the old man but now no one could protect her. I sat on the stairs laughing. Laughing at my mother. Why you ask. Well if i had to say it was because i felt nothing for my mom.