Coming Clean

My earliest memories.

My earliest memories of my life are from when I was about 3 .The first thing I can remember was in probably 2005-06; at the time I lived with my Mother & Father in Horn Lake, MS from all I know we were a happy family, but I was wrong.
My mom & I were in the living room folding clothes, while my dad was out somewhere, when we got a phone call from my father he was drunk and cussing, saying every possible thing he could to hurt my mom. When they got off the phone my mom realized that he'd left his keys to house on the Kitchen table, so my mom locked the door and we continued folding clothes.
Once we were done folding we watched T.V. . We heard my dad pull into the driveway, but we didn't go anywhere because we thought he couldn't get in.
"I'm home! Open up!" said my father angrily.
We didn't open the door, so he kept shouting. Finally he stopped shouting, and we could hear his loud boots step away from the door when,
*POW*
my father slammed into the door and kicked it in.
"Oh, so you want to try and lock me out of MY OWN HOME? You have no power over me! I have all POWER OVER YOU!" my father shouted to my mother
"Bill, you were, and still are, drunk! I didn't want you to hurt me, or more importantly Billie!" my mother explain to my father.
"Billie!" my father said to me.
"Yes daddy?"
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
"I don't want to."
"GO !"
"Yes sir'."
I didn't go to my room. I went to my door shut it, and then went to the edge of the wall and peeked. My Dad hit my Mom then he saw me.
"I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
"B-but no."
"GO!"
"Why?"
"GO. TO. YOUR. ROOM!"
"Y-yes sir'."
This time I did go to my room.