It never stops

"Karra! Karra!" Are the words I hear my mom scream as I sit in the van scared of whats happening. I jump up at my mother's voice pleaing my name. I open the door to his arms around her neck, her hair all over the place. The vision becomes blury as tears fill my eyes. "Call the police! Call them! No, go next door and have them call!" She screams. As I run out yell at my brother to get the baby as I pass the van and barge through my neighbors front door. "My mom.... Kevin.. He's hur-hurting her. Please. Call the police. Please.!" I stutter as tears waterfall from my eyes.

This is all I see as I lay in bed that night. I can't help but to think and know it's my fault. I provoked him without knowing it.

The night before he had played a trick on me which I didn't find funny answering no when he asked if it had been. He, having a very short temper, developed an angry look on his face frightening me. He came at me with his arm raised, I, being frightened of him possibly striking me, cowered away. As I began to cry he was tickling me. He then grew confused as too why I was crying, but I was too uncomfortable, scared, and embarrased to explain. So I made an excuse saying I didn't like when he got too close because I got claustrophobic. This was all a lie. I was truly crying because I had seen what pain inflicted on my brothers and was terribly afraid of the man my mother called her husband.