Jimmy

Jimmy's Home POV...

"Where are you going at this time?"Jimmy's mother sleepy voice broke the silence. She stood at the doorway of her room, rubbing her eyes as she looked at her son.

Her brows furrowed with concern, and the soft light from the hallway illuminated the worry etched on her face.

"I'll be back in the morning. Something important came up,"Jimmy replied, grabbing his car keys from the hook near the wall.He avoided her gaze, his voice steady but distant.

"Something important? What could be so urgent this late at night?" she asked, stepping closer. Her voice trembled slightly, her maternal instincts already sensing trouble."Don't tell me you're going back to those fights, Jimmy. I told you no, I begged you to leave that life behind!" Tears welled up in her eyes, her hands clutching the edge of the doorframe for support."You promised me, didn't you?You swore you'd stop."