After the incident, as i refered to it, nothing happened for a while.
Well that was until we moved houses, Of corse everything was fine at first, but then it started again, over the littlest things, like leaving a light on, except instead of just hitting me a little, he would bash me, he wouldn't stop until i was bruised and battered, even then sometimes he would continue. Mum eventually found out, but she didnt care, sometimes she even watched.
I felt so alone, my older brother was getting hit as well and he was to young to be able to fight back and actually hurt him. I remember saying to mum one day, "How can you let this happen, when the same thing happened to you?" She was so mad that she slapped me an sent me to my room. Now let me explain what happened with my mother and father,
The night that the police came to my house, was the same night my father tried to kill my mother, i know in my heart that he didnt mean it, he was drunk and didnt know what he was doing, anyway, i also found out that he attacked my grandmother when she tried to help my mum, as she had been over our house talking with mum when my dad had stumbled in drunk and mum asked him to leave as she didnt want him around me and my brother when he was drunk. but that didnt help my brother much, as he was woken up by my mothers screams, and when he rushed out to help her, he was knocked out by our father.
I havnt seen my father or his family since
