Squeels

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"Stop it! You know I hate it when you tickle me!"

Keighr tried fighting off my grasp as I held him down.

"I know. But you know... It is kind of funny-"

I started poking at his sides again making him wiggle.

"Stop!"

Squeels filled the room as I giggled. Mom abruptly stomped in with a pan and as Keighr and I turned, she pounded it against a window.

"Sorry Ma."

She pranced towards Keighr. Before I could intervene, Keighr's ear was already pinched in her hand.

Squeals filled the room across from mine. Ones that I didn't want to hear.

"Callestor! Help! Please!"

I used every strength to block out the noise. I tiptoed to the room where Mom took Keighr and made a small crack as I opened it. Through the little view that I had, Keighr began getting slapped and pulled at roughly. The pain became more and more excruciating for him as he gasped for air.

"Stop it! Stop! Don't do it! Please! Don't!"

Ma turned slowly to face me, fury in her eyes. She told Keighr to wait outside as I made my way into the room.

"Never interrupt me ever again! You good for nothing!"

She grabbed me by my collar then pulled me down, watching as my head hit the floor with immense force.

"You're dismissed."

Fear and anger stroke through me as I stood up, grabbed her by her hair, and pushed her.

"Beat me up! Harder than Keighr! Do it! Do it now!"

She expected this. The smirk on her face showed it all.

"No."

As I felt myself growing angrier, tears of succumbed pain fell past my chin to my thighs. With every breath, every aching beat, I fell to my knees. Never have I felt so vulnerable and heartbroken.

"Do it! Do it now!"

"You get to live with that sweetheart. You should've stopped me sooner."

I've always wondered what made her so cold. Even more of when she turned into this twisted persona. I realized how much I missed my Mom. I knew this wasn't her.

"No. No! That is not how it works!"

"Life is confusing and unfair Callestor."

"Well... It- It doesn't have to be."

"And it is. At least in your own world."

As she smirked to me, I looked up to see her taking Keighr again. This time, she didn't stop. And with every breath, every agonizing minute I heard my little brother cry... I wept.

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