The Voice of a Broken Child

Screams fill my ears as I watch my father, my dad, turn into a monster Rage fills his eyes as he raises his hands and with force, brings them down. Too long have my mother tolerated this, too long have I witnessed this, now was the time for action... now was the time too fight. My mother stands with boldness, unafraid of the pain that she know's awaits, and she doesn't notice me as I stand at the door.... watching. Without notice or force tears stream down my face but I do not make a sound for I knew enough was enough. All I could do was watch... in horror SMASH! BANG! BOOM! CLASH! I trembled with fear I couldn't see who was in the lead; the fight had moved to the bathroom. Then, it was over. My father stormed out of the house. And it would be the last time I saw him... until 3 years passed.