*Dave* It all started two years ago. That day will forever be etched in my memory as the day that I lost all control. I walk into the kitchen to find my mom sitting, crying at the kitchen table. I drop my backpack with a thud and pull a chair up next to her. &quot;What did he do? What the hell did he do to you this time?&quot; I whisper angrily. She sobs and shakes her head. &quot;Oh baby,&quot; she sighs. &quot;He's gone. And he took Matty with him. I don't know where he's going or where he's taking him.&quot; &quot;Was he drinking?&quot; She nods her head, tears spilling on the table. I push my self away and grab the phone and start dialing 911. She jumps up and knocks the phone out of my hand. &quot;Dave, no! You know he didn't mean it, he'll be back, it'll all be okay! It was just a misunderstanding.&quot; She looks at me pleadingly, with swollen eyes. I grab her by the wrist and pull up her sleeve, exposing her bruised arm. &quot;This is no misunderstanding. This is abuse.&quot; I sit her back down and start dialing. 2008-05-12T22:31:11Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/27764 <p>wow, this works as a stand alone story of abuse, and fits well with a cause of his eating disorder, a way to get control over something in his life.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27764?basename=61899 2008-05-12T22:31:11Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf <p>Ouch, painful dramatic stuff but told with enough reserve to keep it grounded and not over the top. Great title and line in there.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27764?basename=56919 2008-04-16T20:46:01Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477