I quietly opened my
bedroom door, sprinted downstairs trying to avoid making any
noise, grabbed the keys, and slid the back door open. I ran
as fast as I could to the front and got in the car. I called
him about 12 times before I arrived at the house. He
didn't answer any of them and by the time I was there, I
knew why. I parked on the curb and turned off my lights. I
was too late. She was on the porch, wearing a robe, her arms
crossed. I couldn't see the look on her face from being
so distant but it wasn't a smile. Ryan stood so small, so
weak. Then it happened. Her arm raised high above him and
slammed down with all her force, right across his face. The
strength of her hand sent his whole head turning..right
toward my direction. Eye contact from what was probably a
good 30 feet away, we had. The look in his eyes was
unexplainable but sent my mind flying. He didn't hold his
gaze very long before another hit. I was frozen, I
couldn't move. Every nerve in my body was telling me to
get out of the f-cking car and save him from his cruel
mother, but I couldn't. She kept hitting him. Punching
and slapping like it was okay. He took it all, he didn't
fight back. He let his mother attack him like he deserved it.
Blood was pouring down his face at this point and I
couldn't watch anymore. My eyes filled with tears.
Without thought, I leaned forward, screaming. I screamed as
loud as I could in anger and put all my weight and strength
into the horn. It sounded for about 10 seconds before I
realized what I had just done. I quickly shot my eyes toward
Ryan and his mother. He was looking at the ground, standing
still. His mom starred straight at me with the most disgusted
look on her face. Several lights started turning on around
us, awoken innocent people, curious of the noise. I still
didn't move, but continued to watch them. Ryan's eyes
remained stuck to the ground and his mom looked around
noticing the awoken neighbors. She spit words at Ryan and
vanished inside, slamming the door and shutting her porch
light off. That's when I got out. My legs felt weak and
the rest of my body was numb. I ran anyway, trying not to
think of the physical pain I was in. By the time I was up the
driveway, Ryan's heavy head looked up at me and the look
he shot me was again, unexplainable. It showed
disappointment, regret, and there was evil hidden in it as
well. The look made my legs stop moving and I stood there, 6
feet away, starring at him with tears still sliding down my
cheeks. I opened my mouth but words didn't come out. The
blood continued pouring from his lip and the look remained in
his eyes. His mouth opened as well, but words came out of
his. "How could you."
