The One I Was Waiting For.

I just want my mom.

** Flashback **

I was happily doing literature homework when I heard some cracking and breaking noises from downstairs. I heard my mom scream in horror and dad shouting at her. I got shocked.
Dad never ever shouted at mom.
They were a happily ever after couple.
I ran downstairs to see what was happening. And then as I entered the living room which was partly attached by the kitchen, mom was lying down on the floor, a piece of glass was stuck in her foot and dad was throwing things here and there. He was violently shouting "YOU SLUT! YOU WHORE...GET OUT...!!!"
I got scared. What was happening? I had no idea. I was a small girl who always smiled and had a perfect life with perfect parents and studying skills.
I didn't know these types of situations or bad words even existed. My dad never before used this for anyone.
And now he was using this for the lady he has loved since he met.

"Mom!" I shrieked and ran to her. She was crying with pain and murmuring "I am sorry" her eyes were all red and her cheek had a scar. Dad had hit her.
I hugged her and cried "what's happening mommy" I was too scared to ask my dad.

Suddenly, dad stopped throwing things. He walked to us and pulled me away from mom. He harshly pulled me up in his arms.

"I won't give her to you..." He said and started walking upstairs.
I started crying loudly.
"Mommy. I want to go to mom." I shrieked in his ears.

"You bloody bitch" dad shouted at me and threw me down the stairs.

I badly got hurt on my knees. My head started bleeding. I cried and cried more.
Everything started shaking around. I did not know what happened but I remembered mom taking me in her arms.

Blank.

When I woke up the next morning, my head was still paining. I felt my eyes swollen up. My head had a bandage. I sat on the bed and looked around. I was in my room and nobody was there.

"Mommy" I cried aloud. As I reminded myself of last night, I got up from my bed and started running downstairs. My legs felt so weak but I needed to find my mother. I was worried for her. She was injured.
I entered the kitchen and saw her standing and cooking something.
She saw me and smiled between the tears that were flowing continuously from her eyes.
I ran to her and hugged her from stomach. I was too small.

"My princess" she said in a breaking voice.

"Why are you crying?" I asked; myself crying too.

She said nothing. She pulled me in her arms and placed on the counter of the kitchen and then continued to chop vegetables. I leaned to look at her foot. It had a bandage too.
I felt bad.
What was happening here? I wanted to know.

"Mom. Why was daddy behaving like that yesterday?" I said; crying more and more with each word.

"I committed a mistake..." She said. She was sobbing hurtfully.

"What mommy?"

No reply.

"Mom, he can't hit us." I said rubbing my tears off and being determined.

My mother looked and me and a hurtful expression formed on her face. She sobbed more and hugged me. I hugged her tighter.

"He will be back to us..." She said between her sobs.

***

Mom and I had dinner early today. It was now 11 in the night and dad wasn't home. We both were worried. But mom carried me upstairs to my room and placede on the bed.
She started singing to me. She asked me to sleep and I closed my eyes. Then she closed my eyes and kissed. She caressed my hair and made me get lost in dreams.
I quickly dozed off.