Christmas Eve

It was Christmas Eve,
Mom and Dad went to a party,
Didn't come home till about three,
Nine year old's asleep in her bed,
That is, until she hears her mom scream.
She sit up and listens,
Then lays back down,
Thinking it's just another argument,
Then she knows, Dad's had his rounds,
He's been drinking whiskey,
And been doing speed,
Both of those together, make him really mean.
She get's out of bed,
Creeps down the hall,
Peeks around the corner,
See's her mom against the wall,
Mom is crying,
Her hair's messed up,
Her lips are swollen,
Then Dad rips her dress.
Chairs are flipped over,
Paper's all over the house,
They don't notice her,
She's quiet as a mouse,
Dad throw's mom,
She goes across the room,
Then he see's his daughter,
Everything stops for him,
He looks around,
See's his wife, his house,
Then he passes out,
The cops show up,
They ask if everything is fine,
She want's to scream NO!
But just sits there and cries,
He'd done this before,
And he swore up and down,
That he'd never do it again,
She's sixteen now,
She remembers that day,
She's the only one that does,
They were too high to remember,
She still remembers that night,
She hates this holiday...