She looked out the window and then told me to hide, "Don't make a sound" my mom cried. He came charging in piss drunk and started screaming. He hit mom across the face and called her names. I watched him from the closet being as quiet as can be hoping his fury wouldn't be turned on me. He looked around and I couldn't breath for he was looking right at me. He started to charge but mom grabbed his leg in hopes he would hit her instead. He kicked her in the head while screaming things at her that I still can't stomach. I watched the light in my mom's eyes die that day because the police didn't make it to her in time. Twelve years has passed since that day and still I wake up at night with the memories fresh in my mind. Why couldn't I help her! Why did I have to watch my mom die! I was only five but still I should have tried...
