A merical before my eyes Based on a true story

My mom's mom had been punched by her so called "husband." Then finally she left him. My mom was 14 at this time. She kepted them away from eachother. But did she do a good job?

There she was. Bruised from his punched. Crying. I stared at him. Him. How dare he touch my mother like that! How dare he. What was I going to do? Keep them away. No more of his hand touching her face. No more her crying from the pain of his wacks. I shivered. "Mom? You okay?" I asked quietly. She nodded still crying. "Please keep him away from me! Please!" I hugged her. Rocked her with my sisters on the bed. She will be safe. She will.

After she broke-up with the man we finally started over. Happy even with the bruises across her arms, legs, face. She was still beautiful in my sight. It was a Saturday. Nice and bright. We were getting ready for church. Then there he was. . I went outside to talk to him. "Don't come in! You know that she will call the cops on you if you do." I warned him. He sighed. "I won't. Your useless mother won't ever let me in."

I glared. "You think that just becuase she's not here you can say crul untrue things about her? No. You should not even touch her! How dare you go in that house and beat her up like some kind of pillow." I looked at his bike as he was talking. A yellow bag with a unbrella inside. It must be raining today. "Well," I said "Just please leave." he got up and rode away. I sighed and got up. My mom saw me talk to him. I knew I was going to get in trouble.

"Why were you talking to him? You know you're not apost to!" she yelled. "Mom I was defending you! Please understand." she said okay and we left with my sister tagging along. Right then as we were crossing the street he came with a gun in his hand. I was sure he was gone! He punched my mom on the floor. "Hold my Bible!" I told my sister. Right then he had the gun inches away from her face.

Three shots hit her middle finger and her head. Three. Blood across her face. Tears across mine. Me and my sister ran to the church. "Our mom! Gunshots! He killed her! My mom is dead! Please! Our mom she's right down the street. She was shot!" we blurted out. "Stay here." they told us. I was only 14 years old. My mom is about to die. I held on to my sister. Crying of the thought. "She will be okay." she said to me. Shaking I said "I'm not sure."

As my mom was on the floor bleeding to death the man shot him self and became handy capped. With just one bullet. With my mom with three bullets in her body got up and went inside the house. My sister was there shocked by the look of my mom. "Call 911." she said. My sister was too shocked. So then my mom called it herself. Ambulance and cops came soon later.

The people from the church came back and they said "She's live!" I looked at them. Then I said angerly "You lier! She's dead! I saw her myself." They told me what happened. So they took me and my sister to the hospital. There she was laying on the bed. Doctors were taking away the bullets. I cried in tears of joy. That day I knew there was a God. No one could tell me that there is no God. Cause there is. I say a merical right before my eyes.