Here’s my weekly contribution to Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner.
Image Prompt with the following first line: “Enough is Enough.” Enjoy.
“Enough is enough.”
That was the last thing Tommy said before he left on foot. He wasn’t sure if he had gone a mile or two at this point. He was even less sure when or where he’d stop. As if walking could take away the memories of the last thirty minutes… the last two years. Mom never should have hooked up with that ass hole.
The whine of a siren coupled with flashing blue lights rushed past. He shoved his hands into his pockets and continued walking without sparing a glance. He knew where they were going.
Margaret had been terrified. That was hard. For a moment, she seemed more scared of him than she had been of Dave. Tommy hated it, but he couldn’t take it any more. He was tired of waiting to see what killed mom first, Dave’s beatings or all the booze she chugged to forget them.
He dropped the hammer off the bridge as he crossed. Part of him wondered if Dave was going to live, but it didn’t really matter… either way he shouldn’t be able to hit Mom or his sister again.
At least they’d be okay now. That was enough.