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( if for some reason it ends and doesnt seem complete i will probably end up writing it in sections because i dont know how much i can handle writing at one time.)

It was a summer evening in the big house we now live in. My dad is drinking again. The baby sitter just left and mom is minding only herself walking around trying to finish things. My brother is over taking care of this guy which is basically where he lives at this point. My sister is in the other rm playing.

It's now about evening and my sister is in bed. Dad just got home and is now fighting with mom. I hear the screaming and his rage and anger. I wake my sister and move her so she cant hear or see what is going on. My mother is fighting with him and then trying to reason. He grabs her by the wrost. I run out with the words "dont hurt my mommy" flying out of my mouth. Mom pushes me out of the way so i wont get hurt. I run into her room like i have done many times before and hide under her bed.

Gently crying and rocking myself back and forth wishing it would all go away. My mother eventually comes and finds me some time later after earlier shifting m y sister in by my where we made like a little "safty cave". My moms holds us while were crying and tells us once again that everything will be ok. We do the three musketeers things and then hug her. She brings my sister back to our room. I sit there and still here alll my stuff being thrown to the floor. Dishes are breaking and he is swearing and everything is our fault. I just sit there holding my knees rocking back and forth, back and forth wishing it was all a bad dream.

Then sometime later after he was either passed out or gone i come out to see the damage. I see all my glass and "prides and joys" all ascue through out the living room. I run back and hide..and cry but not show mom. I try to be strong for her. I help clean up the mess so usually my sister does not see it. I then go in my room kiss my sister good night grab my teddy bear squeeze it tight and usually cry myself to sleep.

Unfortunaly this routine hppened often. The next morning we would wake to dad cooking breakfast with presents or a trip or somthing fun planned out for us unless there was somthing already planned. It ws like he always troed to buy back our forgivness only we were so young at the time we didnt know any better.

*I can not finish typing write now. I must stop so i will continue this at a different time*