After I got up off the floor after being pushed down the stairs, I got scolded against my face. All I felt was something running down my face...blood coming from my nose. All I could hear was my mom screaming "no no no leave her alone please HEY!" Next thing you know I was thrown on the couch. He went towards my mom I jumped up and said "you better not fucking touch her" next thing you know he came charging towards me. I started to scurry up the stairs when he grabbed my shirt, I was screaming for my life when my mom ran up and hit him with a brush up against the side of the head. We started to run, outside we almost got in the car when he jumped on the side of it."get out now or face the consequences" he said with a mad look and a big bump on his forehead. We ran inside sitting on the couch in fear, we just sat there shaking, not knowing what to do. Eventually he fell asleep on the chair in front of the door we decided just to go upstairs and go to sleep. The next morning we woke up my mom had me the sneekiest of all creep Down the stairs and locate where my father was at the moment. He must have gotten up to go to sleep in his bed because he was no where to be seen in the living room or kitchen. We all crept down the stairs in fear of getting caught, we finally made it to the car and drove away for the day. My mom took us to the park and out to eat, we ended up staying in a hotel because we were terrified to go back, my mother ended up having tons and tons of messaged and voice mails on her phone from my dad, threatening at that. She ended up turning her phone off. So we continued to have a nice and peaceful night, knowing what was going to happen the next night so we would have to appreciate what we have that night.
