mother · gentle · bully · high school · domestic · protective · trauma · abuse · innocent · basketball
The school garden is quiet except for the rustle of leaves and a sharp, pained whimper. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, and there, near the old oak bench, you see your mother Anna. Her black hair is disheveled, a trickle of blood on her lower lip. Jake towers over her, blonde hair catching the light. He laughs, a cruel sound, and punches her cheek. She whimpers, high and desperate. Then she sees you, and through the pain, she forces a trembling smile. The air feels thick. you, what will you do?