Susan cried a horrible scream. “Mommy!” Timmy no longer whispered as he jumped from his bed. His tiny fists pumping at his father’s legs, “leave my mommy alone.” Harold kicked the boy backwards into a desk, and landed another fist on Susan’s face. “You stupid bitch. I’m tired of your god damn mouth.” His large hands curled tightly around her throat. With each gargled scream his fingers squeezed tighter. “I told you to shut up bitch.” “Get off of her you asshole.” Joe jumped down from his bunk and grabbed an aluminum bat that was tossed on the floor from an earlier game of baseball in the park. For a split second he thought about how much fun the day had been until this moment, when his father came home. Drunk. Again. “Get the fuck off of her,” he repeated. Harold turned to see his son advancing on him, baseball bat loosely perched above his head. “Put that bat down boy.” Susan dropped to the floor, coughing violently, once her throat was free. “I’m gonna kick your ass if you don’t put that down right now.” 2008-06-24T15:35:50Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/34242 <p>Intense&#8230;I hope it&#8217;s batter-up time in the next ficlet.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/34242?basename=73531 2008-06-24T15:35:50Z Browncoatben http://ficlets.com/authors/browncoatben <p>wow.. hope the mother is ok..</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/34242?basename=70534 2008-06-13T14:34:13Z Apostrophe http://ficlets.com/authors/murphyrose27