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 ho...

Mommy's Love "Oh my god Megan! She's not alright." I shouted to my husband, as I lifted my child's head, looking at her forehead covered in blood. Above her right eye I could see her skull. The smell of burnt rubber lingered in the air. A bystander helped me pull my limp child out of the b...