Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open, slamming violently against the wall.
"What the fuck?!"
My dad stood in the doorway, chest heaving, his eyes widening in pure horror as he registered the blood, my limp body, and my mother straddling me.
"Get the hell away from him!" he roared, lunging forward. He grabbed her by the shoulders, ripping her off me with a desperate strength.
I collapsed back onto the floor. I gagged, coughing up bile and blood, my vision still a terrifying, swimming blur.
My mother didn't scream in fear; she shrieked in absolute fury. She scrambled to her feet like a wild animal, her hair matted, her face twisted into a mask of pure, unhinged madness.
"He is my new man now!" she screamed, her voice cracking, completely gone. "You won't take my son away from me! You left us! You think you can just come back and take him?! He doesn't need you! I'm all he needs! I'll be his girl, I'll be his mom, I'll be his father! I am everything to him! He is MINE!"
