The Car

Your arm around my throat, Continued to provoke. Under your sleeve you beat my face,Was strangled by your arm's embrace. I soon gave up and that was when, you led me to the car, You bashed my head into the side,then threw the door ajar. Around my body you had grasped, both my legs and my neck, Then you threw my weak limp body into the car's back. As you called my broher out, to help to lock me in, you forced upon that 12 year old such a filthy sin. Locking in that dreadful car yourself and my hurt self, you turned around, continued beating, till I screamed an yelped. Finally the only thing I knew, just must be done, I strained to reach and grab my phone, i dialed 911. He raced us out the neigborhood, to try and get away, demanding that I give my phone, Dear God, there was no way. He then pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the same number, He told them I was killing him, that I would pull him under. You'd never believe what happened on that dark an dreary day, Was it I that got in trouble, yes, my father got away.