Jeremike (my protector)

I walked through the halls trying to fight my way through crowds of people. My heart was beating so fast I felt as if it would burst through my chest, and the room was spinning like a carousel. It was the most dreaded time of my day,well, the second most dreaded. Number one was when Dad got home, second was leaving school, which is what is happening now. I walked through the main entrance and trudged over to my car. My mom didn't notice me, she was gazing out through the windshield, I let out a small sigh and opened the car door. "Hey mom." my voice was small. My moms head snapped in my direction. She gave me a small smile, "Hey Jeremy..." her smile faded. "Buckle up..." I looked down at my lap. "Yes ma'am." I buckled up and mom started up the car. We drove in silence. Because we knew what we had to do when we got home. After fifteen minutes, we pulled into the driveway. Mom rested her hand on the steering wheel. I unbuckled. Mom handed me the keys with tears in her eyes."Please clean up,...I have to go to work...I'll be home before your father." "Please be good." I looked at her, the pain in my eyes was showing. "Yes ma'am." I went to open the door and mom grabbed my hand. "And Jeremy?...Please,please, remember to lock your door and stay in your room if your dad gets home first." She stared at me. "Don't worry mom, I will." My mom smiled. "Good boy.."Moms voice cracked and she gently patted my head. I got out of the car, then I watched it drive away. My dad didn't have a job, so, my mom had to work..But she didn't have any work experience...She was forced to go into prostitution. Dad knows this l, that's why he calls her a filthy whore while he beats her. Even though he doesn't have a job he's rarely ever home. That's because he's either drinking, or he's sleeping with someone.Mom knows about what he does , she can't do anything about it though. He'd kill her. When he does come home he beats us. He'll start off with mom, beating her, raping her, and yelling at her, and then he'll come over to me. Sometimes, he'll make me watch him abuse my mom. I cry and sob...but I can't ever do anything. He does the most violent things to me. He beats me, cusses me, tries to drown me, breaks my belongings, cuts open my clothes, rips out my hair...the list could go on. I hate him. The worst part is.. there's no escape except death. I looked at the clock and snapped myself out of thought, I needed to start cleaning. I scrubbed the dishes, made dads bed, picked up empty beer cans, cleaned the living room, bathroom, my room, my parents room, everything.When I was done I spent some time to record my day in my diary. Nothing much had happened except William Afton successfully raping a kid, Derek shoving a fry up his nose, and me getting pushed down by one of the jocks at school, I think his name was Tom. I closed my diary and heard the front door open.I quickly flung my diary under my bed and ran to my door frame. It was just mom. She was wearing the same nightgown from the car but it now had stains on it , her makeup was smudged and worn off to reveal the bruises she had desperately tried to hide. "I-I'm back." Her voice managed to croak out. "I cleaned everything." She gave me a weak smile. "Thank you..." She looked at the clock and her poor, sad expression changed to show panic. "Jeremy, hurry to your room and baracade your door..." My face conveyed fear as my heart sped up. "Y-yes ma'am ." I ran into my room and locked the door. Then, I grabbed my dresser and pushed it in front of the door. I heard the door slam open, and then I felt my heart stop. This time, it wasn't my mother.