It’s called end of innocence and this is chapter 1.
The booming voice of my dad echoes all around me. Trying to stop it from entering my ears; my mind, I cover my ears with my hands. I dig my nails into the unbroken flesh of my head. I breathe in deeply; trying to calm myself. My dad is so angry I can almost smell it. Hearing the faint whimper of my mom I get up slowly from my bed. Scared, and imaging the worst I walk in the darkness of my room towards the wood door. My feet are bare, and I can feel the cold, hard wood that is my floor. Reaching the door, I touch my fingers against the cold door knob. I freeze in terror as I hear the cold-hearted voice of my dad “Why did I ever marry you? You’re such a whore!” I feel adrenaline rush through my veins as I grip the door knob; ripping the door open. My brain kicks in to gear, and I’m racing down the hall until I reach the warm, dim- lighted kitchen. Not thinking, not even in control of my own actions; I find myself screaming “LEAVE HER ALONE!” I feel the cold, hard stare I get from my dad. My mom is gaping at me in surprise.
I feel myself feeling less brave as my dad walks angrily towards me. Keeping my posture, I brace myself for whatever he is about to do. He is about two feet away now, but I can still smell the alcohol on his breath. Seeing how much rage and anger is in his eyes, I try to shrink away from him. He chuckles and says something under his breath. I can’t quite make it out, but I don’t care. All I care about right now is getting away from him, and helping my mom. Fear setting in my eyes, I back away. Trying to act like I was scared of him, I look over at my mom and nod; hoping she realized what I was trying to do. Trying not to make it obvious I watch my mom get up and try to walk silently to the door that leads to our backyard; to safety. I’m so busy concentrating on my mom I don’t realize that my dad is inching closer. I come back into reality when I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. I gasp and my hands fumble as I try to crawl away. My dad turns away from me as he hears the creek of the door as it is pushed open. Suddenly out of nowhere he isn’t there. But he is rushing towards my mom at full speed; I have never seen him run like that, not ever. He grabs my mom by her long black hair. She screams in agony as she falls back and hits the hard floor with a deafening crack. She goes limp, and my dad is standing over her with a fierce posture. I crawl slowly over to her, my face covered with tears. I touch her forehead softly, and check if she is still breathing. She isn’t. Tears start to come out my eyes even harder and faster now. I tilt her head back, plug her nose; preparing to give her mouth to mouth. I bend down and breathe air into her lungs. Then take my hands and pump them against her chest; one, two, three, four. I mimic the movement over and over again; breathe, and pump. Each time going faster, and more tears escaping. I look up at my dad who looks carefree, and smug; like he accomplished something. My stomach clenches up with anger, and I yell “you killed her, you son of a bitch!” everything is silent and then I hear the fain sound of ragged, short breaths coming from my mom.
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