CHAPTER 3


    Dn POV


    “Mom? I’m home!” I yelled the minute I finally got home. Almost instantly she came bounding down


    the stairs of our little house, she quickly engulfed me in her arms with tears in her eyes.


    “Dn, I’m… I’m so sorry about yesterday, I sat with you for hours, but you didn’t move, I had to get


    home to Freddie.” She cried on my shoulder while I just rolled my eyes. I’m not much of a hugger, I


    always just look awkward. She’s also very melodramatic sometimes.


    “Mom, I’m fine.” My mom eventually stopped sobbing as she slowly let go of my form drying her


    eyes.


    “Your dad would be so proud of the strong youngdy you’ve be.” I smiled before turning to


    head up the stairs. “Dn… I… I made your favorite.” I could already smell the beef broth she was


    making. The aroma wafting through the house. It was very rare we’d get the food to make beef


    broth, but I smiled and nodded my head at her knowing she must have done something to get the


    ingredients.


    “Thanks mom.” Me and my mom have aplicated rtionship, we don’t really talk all that much,


    but the love is very much there. She smiled before walking back to the kitchen to finish up dinner.


    We just have nothing inmon, she doesn’t understand my fight back attitude, and I don’t


    understand her submissive one. We never really bonded like most parents do, she wanted a proper


    little girl, but she got me, the biggest Tom boy in existence. Of course she’s not much of a fighter,


    but it doesn’t mean that she won’t help me or my brother in anyway she can, or she at least tries to


    anyway. She relies on me an awful lot, probably too much sometimes, Sometimes I think she sees


    me as the stereotypical ‘man of the house’.


    “Dilly.” I Turned around suddenly and barely had time to catch Freddie as heunched himself off of


    the sixth stair.


    “Oof.” I felt slightly winded as he wrapped his legs around waist. My back stung from the pressure


    he ced on it. “Freddie, be careful, I’m still hurting a lot.” I groaned as heughed.


    “Sorry.” I leaned over to blow a raspberry on his cheek causing him tough hysterically, I then


    ced him back on the ground. He took my hand in his little one, as he ran to the dining table


    dragging me along with him.


    “Dn… your back is…” my mom stopped in the doorway holding two bowls of broth staring at my


    back as I sat down at the table. Slowly I allowed my hand to feel the shirt that was covering the


    bandages that were covering my back, it felt wet, I had no doubt that it was bleeding again.


    “Shit, I’ll have to go see the nurse again after dinner.” I looked at my hand and instantly saw a little


    bit of red red coat my finger proving my suspicions correct. It must have been bleeding quite badly if


    it was seeping through myyers. I knew some of them were deep.


    “Why don’t you let me help? I can patch you up after we eat?!” She ced the bowls down on the


    table in front of me and Freddy, I shook my head at her and smiled.


    “It’s fine, you’ll be too gentle and it needs wrapping tightly. Thank you though.” She sighed before


    going back into the kitchen to get her own bowl, then walking back in and sitting down with me and


    my brother to eat.


    “I think I’m capable of cleaning and re-bandaging your wounds Dn, I’ve probably patched up


    much worse when you were little.” I rolled my eyes at her but agreed to her help. I suppose it did


    save me walking all the way to She’s house just to walk back again.


    Once dinner was finished, I just wanted to sleep. I’d had a very long tiring day, I quickly sat down on


    a small stool my mother kept in the storage closet and removed my shirt while Freddy sat at the


    table to do his simple homework. It wasn’t long before my mother came in with arge bowl of warm


    salt water and some cotton, this was going to sting I just knew it.


    She slowly began to unwrap the bandage from around my torso and slowed down drastically when


    it came to the finalyer, I felt it peel off every wound and my fists clenched in pain.


    “Jesus!” I heard my mom exim once the dressing waspletely removed. The air on my back


    was nice though and I sighed as my arm covered my once again exposed breasts. “This is more


    than 15!” I began to hear snifflesing from her and sighed turning round to look at her face, only


    to notice tears streaming down it.


    “Mom I’m fine, it’s alright.” She shook her head.


    “It’s not alright, I’m your mother I shouldn’t let these things happen. I’m so sorry. Your father would


    have…” here she goes again. Every single time something happened she’d always bring up dad, it


    really annoyed me because no matter how much we all wish he was here, he just isn’t.


    “Stop being stupid!” Was I harsh? Definitely! Did she need to hear it again, absolutely. “Dad is dead,


    we don’t know what he’d do because he never knew this life. He never knew this world.” I know


    what he’d have done, most likely attacked the guy who held the whip and got himself killed in the


    process. “The best thing you can do for me, is stop crying and help me, next time don’t insist on


    helping if you can’t handle it.”


    She began to wash my open wounds with the warm salt water causing loud winces to leave me, I


    knew it was necessary to prevent infection, but my god it hurt like a bitch.


    “Some of these are really deep Dn!” She sniffed again and my eyes rolled in my head.


    “I told you, I’m fine, just wrap me back up so I can get to bed.” My mom was obviously more


    impacted by my injuries than I was, I suppose that always the case though. When it’s happening to


    you, you’ve just got to get through it but when it’s happening to someone you love, you just want to


    take their pain away.


    She quickly ced a fresh bandage around my waist and chest and wrapped it tightly for


    compression. The bowl of water that was used was now red in color, I guess from the blood my


    back was dripping with.


    “Can you keep your head down please? At least just this week. You can’t take any moreshings.” I


    simply nodded before standing up away from the stool, I walked over to Freddie and ruffled his hair


    in affection.


    “Good night squirt.” He giggled and fixed his hair slightly.


    “Night Dilly.” I smiled walking upstairs to my little bedroom, as soon as I was inside i shut the door


    and flopped down on to my bed on my stomach and I took a minute to cry to myself at the pain in


    my back, what my mom did was important but it fucking hurt, not that I’d ever tell her. My hand


    covered my mouth quickly to muffle any noise I might be making.


    I couldn’t tell anyone, I had to be strong because more and more people were crumpling these


    days, and my mom would break if she knew how much I was suffering. Sleep followed me shortly


    after, she was right though about me needing to keep my head down for the time being, I could not


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