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My mom pulled out her cell phone and ran into the kitchen. My dad grabbed her by the neck and put her into a chokehold as they wrestled for the phone. Tears were rolling down my face as I watched, scared for my life, while my mom and dad wrestled. Then, Ben jumped in. Ben jumped on my dad’s back, as my dad still held my mom in a chokehold. I sat on the couch, speechless, unsure of what to do. I didn’t have a cell phone and the other phone was in my parents’ room. My dad got a hold of my mom’s cell and broke the phone right in two. My dad became barbaric and threw my brother off his back with one arm. I saw Ben fly down, onto the floor and my dad stand over him. Ben just lay there, not sure of what to do, a frightened look on his face. My dad kicked him in the ribs twice, knocking him unconscious.

“DON!” my mom screamed, tears streaming down her face. She immediately kneeled down next to my brother’s body, taking his head into her lap. My dad stepped over my brother’s body, not caring, and walked into his bedroom and slammed the door, once again locking it. I sat there in shock. My dad had never gotten this violent before and I didn’t know what I could do. There was no phone available in the house and my dad sure wouldn’t give my mom’s keys back. Ben sat up, groaning. My mom helped him up and over to the couch.

“Go pack a bag,” she whispered to us. Then, I saw fury out of her that I had never seen before. She walked into the hallway and kicked the door as hard as she could. The door flew open, shards of wood flying everywhere.

“I hope you’re fucking happy,” she screamed at my dad. “How could you just walk away as your son, your little boy, lay there unconscious? What the hell is wrong with you?” She grabbed her purse and some clothes and walked out to see me and Ben waiting on the couch.

 “Grab the leash,” she told me. I did as I was told and got our dog, Goldie, leashed up. I didn’t know where we were going to go. It was 9 o’clock at night and we had a dog. What could be worse? I thought to myself.

My mom opened the door and ushered us out. Ben and I started walking up the driveway and jumped when we heard the sound of shattering glass. My mom had taken out more of her fury, with a baseball and a window. My dad opened the door and hollered, “Nice going, Cindy. Just what we need, more shit to fix in this house.” My mom ignored him as he slammed the door and locked it. We walked across the street to the grocery store. We sat on the wooden bench, and my mom began to cry.

“What are we going to do?” she cried, talking to herself aloud.

“We could call Aunt Terri,” I suggested.

My mom shook her head, “No, she’s probably already sleeping.”

I looked through my mom’s purse pulling out fifty cents in quarters.

”I’ll be right back,” I told my mom, rubbing her back.

“Where are you going?” she said, looking up at me.

“I’m calling someone to get us to the hospital or somewhere so he can’t find us,” I replied. I went into the grocery store and looked around until I set my eyes on a payphone. I walked up to it, inserted the money and dialed my boyfriend’s phone number. His dad answered.

“Is Cathy there?” I asked.

“Yes. Who is this?” Mike Kelenic said, guardedly.

“It’s Ana, Mr. Kelenic. Cathy told me to call her if I ever needed anything and I kind of do need something right now,” I murmured. 

“Okay, just one sec. CATHY! Phone!”

Cathy picked up the phone and said cheerily, “Hello?”

“Hey Cathy, it’s Ana. I’m sorry to bother you but you told me to call and if I needed something.”

“Yeah. What is it honey?” she said.

“Well, my mom and dad got into a fight and he ended up hurting my brother. I’m worried and we just need to get away somewhere,” I explained.

“Okay sweetie. Where are you?” she asked.

“Sentry,” I responded.

“Okay, hang tight. I’ll be there in a minute,” she said before hanging up the phone. I walked back outside and sat down.

“Cathy’s on her way, Mom,” I said to my mother.

“Cathy who?” my mom asked, loudly.

“Kevin’s mom,” I said.

Kevin and his mom ended up picking us up outside Sentry and taking us to my Aunt Terri’s house in Pewaukee. I’ll never forget that night ever, for as long as I live. My dad’s in jail now for his crimes of intimidation of a witness, harassment and domestic abuse. Of course I miss him on birthdays and Christmas and other holidays. But, it’s great to come home and sigh with relief and think, No more fighting.