My Childhood

The Beginning

Daddy had just lost his great job at the factory and couldnt get a new one. He stopped looking after about five long months, Mommy was forced to work on the old computer at home. Daddy started to heavily drink and became an acoholic. Then one day he had one to many drinks and rushed in the wooden door. He grabbed Mommy by her blonde hair and pushed her against the hard wall. Screaming in her scared face he took his empty bottle and hit Mommy againt the back of the head. Knocking through my white door, Daddy struck my red face with his strong hand. Unconscious on the old couch he lied as Mommy held me in her aching arms. Since I was only four years old I didn't know what was going on but I never forgot the heart aching sound of her crying.
Crash!He slammed the hard door. Mommy took my small hand in hers and hid me in my cold bedroom. Daddy came home drunk again. It seemed that every awful day Mommy's cries get louder and louder. Then Daddy's yells broke me thought, "Where is she? Where the fuck is she?". Bursting into the familiar room Daddy grabbed my already hurting wrist and ripped me off my plain bed. Pushing against the gritty wall he started to roughly hit his half bottle of Jack Daniel's on my reddening skin. Mommy came in and tried to stop Daddy but he just through her on the freezing ground.
"Please! Please don't hurt her!" Mommy kept wheezing as she lay on the gross ground. Daddy kept repetitively hitting Mommy in the face as I tried to quickly run away. He grabbed my shivering ankle which made me hit the dirt covered ground like Mommy. My quivering bottom lip started to gush hot red blood like my bruised nose. The burning tears drowned my cries. It seemed every painful beating got worse than the one before. Mommy reached her shaking hand out and tried to protect me but couldn't get up. We lied there unable to move without the pain bringing more hot tears to our watery eyes.