#WritcoStoryPrompt29
I ran all the way home from the ground. The older boys had beaten me up good but I still had the strength to run as far as I could from them.
I knew my mother would be the next one to thrash me for getting beaten up, which was ironical, if you know what I mean. But I had no choice. I couldn't tell her the real reason the boys picked on me...
But just as I entered she took one good look of me and could tell something was wrong.
" Did you fight? " anger laced her voice.
"No I didn't "
I denied even though the evidences of a blackened eye, a bruised elbow were all pointing towards it. It wasn't these small...