My story
I could smell the vodka entering my lungs, surrounding my body in its evil presence. I held my knees close to my body, and rested my head upon a kneecap. The shattering glass echoed in the background, filling my ears with the calls from hell. Tears ran down the sides of my cheeks, as I tried to hold back from bawling. My whole body began to shake as the fighting between the two I loved grew louder and harsher. Bottles crashed against the walls and shattered into a million pieces on the cold tile floor. I felt as if my life was the glass bottle. Shattered into a million pieces, and never being able to put it back to what it once was. I closed my eyes and tried to fight the tears. It was like a battle to keep them from coming. A battle I knew I couldn't win. I tried to cover my ears with my arms, while at the same time I held my knees close to my body. Thoughts rushed through my mind. Telling me I needed to stop this war between the two. A war that once in it, I wouldn't be able to back out of it. Which meant taking some of the hits upon my body as well as my mothers. I could hear her scream and cry for help. The cries I knew that would go unanswered. I tried to block it all out and relax, but it was of no use. My body tremble
I stood there stiffened by the thought of what was to come upon me. I took a hold of it and rattled it to find out that it was still locked. The door creaked as I slowly inched it open. I could hear a squeal as my dad grabbed my mother and began to thrash her with his fists. My voice staggered through the line into the other persons awaiting ear. The men in uniforms invaded my house and approached me questioningly. My eyes began to frantically search the room as I noticed something missing. My body began to tremble as I heard the clicking of his shoes hit the ground moving towards me. Involuntarily my arms raced to my face to wipe away the tears that took over my eyes. I reached my hand out with an open gesture to connect with my mothers, and I felt the clammy feeling of her arm as I rested my hand upon it. My whole face wrinkled in pain as I collapsed to the floor holding my stomach as my knees automatically sprung up to my arms where I held them tight. My fathers voice became more abrupt as she kept pleading for him to stop. Another bottle crashed on impact as it hit the walls making a slight dent in the sheet rock. Now staring at the floor of the car I tried to push his hand away and cover my sides with my arm that rested on my knee.
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