Jeremike (my protector)

I sat on my bed with a roll of bandages and some peroxide...I'd like to say that I had won that fight,but I didn't. I did however get bruises,cuts, and a bloody nose. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I had stood there and watched everyone else get beat up by the jocks, so why had I saved him? He wasn't any different from any of the losers we had beaten up. Yet, I felt...drawn to him. Maybe it was because of his goofy oversized sweater. Or maybe it was his shy demeanor that made me feel...nothing, nevermind... I shook my head and bandaged up my elbow. I don't know why I'm thinking about it so much, it's not like it matters, I can't change what I did by trying to understand it. Even if I understood it wouldn't change the fact I got the living shit beaten out of me, or the fact I'm most likely going to get the shit beaten out of me every day until the end of highschool.I really screwed myself over. I rolled the bandages back up and then put them on my nightstand. I went for the peroxide and knocked it over."Oh fuck me sideways and call me Kevin..." I face palmed and grabbed an old t-shirt from my bedroom floor, I tried soaking up the liquid but it had already soaked itself into my bedsheets. "Fucking great." Another thing my brother can yell at me for,or worse, tell Dad about it. My mom had died in a car crash when I was 13. Me, my brother, mom, and father had been driving late one night and the roads were wet with rain and sleet, dad was driving. He was driving fast. Mom kept telling him to slow down...But he wasn't listening to anything she said at the time, He was too busy yelling at me, he was angry at me because I had just got out of detention at school for getting into a fight. I'd been stuck in detention for hours and then a whole other hour because the principle had to talk to my parents. When we had finally my Dad sat in silence while he started up the engine. It wasn't until we hit the interstate that we spoke. "What the hell were you thinking?" His voice showed his disappointment. I sat in silence. "Silence, that's the explanation I get?" "We sit in the principals office for an hour hearing about the shot you pulled and all you have to say is nothing?" The car sped up with each word he spoke. My brother looked up from his gameboy. "Yeah Mike, you should say something." His tone was mocking and it made me want to punch him in the face. "Shut up Gabe." "This doesn't concern you." Dad looked at him through the rear view mirror. "Okay, whatever, I just find this situation hilarious." Dad rolled his eyes. "Just play you game Gabe." "Anyways, don't think I forgot about you, Mike.""I want your explanation." He was persistent. "He tried to push me in a locker what else was I supposed to do?!""I only hit him!" "He did worse than that!" Tears were in my eyes. "Watch your tone with me son!" "I am your father!" Dad was yelling and the car was way above the speed limit."Honey please slow down." My moms voice was full of concern. Dad ignored her. "And it doesn't matter what he did to you!" "You don't hit people Mike!" "And the principal didn't mention anything about him doing anything to you, which leads me to believe you are lying to get yourself out of trouble!" He turned his head away from the road. "Please slow down!" Mom was scared , the car was going way too fast. "IM NOT LYING!!" I screamed at him. That was the biggest mistake I had ever made."THATS IT." Dad yelled hit the gas petal as hard as he could and turned around in his seat. "DONT YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!!" I felt dread . "STEVEN STOP THE CAR!" Everyone screamed as the car spun out of control, it flew off the road and down into a ditch landing upside down. I woke up in a hospital bed. Dad wasn't the same after that, none of us were.