Emotional Wreck

Bad memories

I hear a loud crash downstairs. I suddenly jump up from my bed and run to my door. It's locked from the outside. Shit. I hear crying and screaming from downstairs. I immediately recognize my mothers screams and cries for help. I pound on my door repeatedly wishing I could be heard but it's a slim chance, and I know that.
"MOM? MOM! MOM!" I yell banging repeatedly on my door. My mothers piercing scream makes me realize she's in pain. I can hear my dad yelling. Tears start to drip as I remember memories that were just like this.. My dad locking my door without me knowing, and then beating my mom. It kills me to realize there isn't anything I can do, not being able to get to her. I quickly remember the escape ladder my mother gave me to hide in my closet. It attaches to the window so I can climb down in case a fire. I quickly run to my closet and pull out the box that contains a fabric ladder with plastic steps. I rip open the box as fast as I possibly could and run to my window. I quickly try to figure out how to clip it. I can't seem to figure it out, it isn't that easy. I then hear footsteps running up the stairs as fast as they could. Suddenly my door bursts open and my mom appears and she slams the door closed and locks it from the inside. I run over to her and aid her by walking her to my bed. She has tears rolling down her beat red face, and she's trembling.
"Mom. Oh mom. Are you okay?" I ask. Tears start to run down my face and onto my blue jeans. My voice trembles as I talk, but I try to keep my voice normal.
"I'm alright, as long as I'm away from him." She says pointing to my door. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and I quickly lead my mom to my closet with a blanket and a pillow and set her on the floor right before I rush and switch my light switch off. I run to my closet and quietly sit next to my mom as I slide the door shut. I have my phone which gives off very little light, but enough. I mouth to my mom to keep quiet as we hide away in my closet. Soon enough the footsteps stop. I have a feeling he is right outside my door waiting for the first move to be made.. I tremble as I realize how scared I really am. My dad has beaten me before, but that doesn't mean I don't get scared every time he does. I hold onto my mom tightly as I'm scared of what might happen. She always protects me from everything. She means the world to me and I'm her entire world.. Being an only child. We would be a perfect family without my father but he won't leave us alone, he always comes back. He's like the stars. They leave for a short period of time, but they always come back no matter what. It's inevitable.
After a few minutes I start to think he's gone, but I realize that's impossible. He doesn't leave until he's done, and I can guarantee.. He isn't done. He isn't done until Mom can barely walk and I have to peel her off the kitchen floor. My thoughts suddenly disappear and my heart starts beating when there are 3 slow knocks on my bedroom door. I swallow hard and my throat tightens. I squeeze my moms hand a little tighter.