The hit x19

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Sketch pov

I watch Shawn drive off and went inside. I tip toe to my room not wanting to wake up my parents.

"Who won" a voice startled me. I jumped and the lights were on. It was my mom

"Mom you scared me" I say catching my breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm just waiting for your dad to come home" she says

I nod.

"Im going to bed now. Goodnight" I say to my mom and leave.

I changed in to some yoga pants and a black muscle shirt. And fell on my bed

I was getting deep to my sleep when I heard yelling.

"Uuuuuuh" I groan to myself

"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS HOME SO LATE" my mom was yelling

"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ASKING STUPID QUESTION. IVE TOLD YOU MANY TIMES I WORK ALL DAY" my dad yells

"I bet you go to happy hour aren't you. And I'm here waiting for you desperately while you're having fun with your friends" my mom says loud. But not quite yelling

"Listen. I DONT COME HOME FROM A LONG DAY JUST FOR YOU TO YELL AT ME" my dad yells back

I sigh covering my ears with my pillow not wanting to hear. But it wasn't working. I'm just glad Ethan is sleeping over our cousin's house so he won't have to be hearing this

I was going mad trying not to hear them fighting but they were just so damn loud.

I then heard a glass shatter.

I heard my mom screaming and crying

I run to the living room and seeing the worst thing ever

My dad was hitting my mom.

I got so angry and sad but mostly anger and I ran over and tried to stop my dad

"STOP "

"STOP YOURE HURTING HER"

"DONT" I scream

My dad pulls me away and punches me on the mouth. I fall on the floor with the pain. I hold on to my mouth and spit out blood.

It got quiet. My mom ran to her room and my dad looked so bad. He was ashamed of what he did.

"Sketch........" He says trying to help me up

"Don't ...... Please ........ Don't " I say and get up by myself

I run to the bathroom and look at my busted lip. It was purple and bloody. It was horrible. I clean off the blood and go to my room

I sit on my bed just looking at the wall

'Did my dad just hit me'

'He hit me'

'He promised he never would. Ever'

I was surprised. He hit me. And my mom. He'd never done anything like that before.

I heard a knock on the door and wished it wasn't my dad.

"Sketch...." He said opening the door

I look away

He came closer and sat next to me. And I couldn't believe what he did. He cried. He cried

He never cries. Not even when grace died. Well not In Front of anyone. I only saw him cry once.

"I'm sorry Sketch" he cried

"I never thought I'd do something like that" he said. I couldn't help but cry too. I don't like seeing him like this

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