Screaming carried throughout the house,
The sound of two voices battling for dominance,
A loud crack,
He finally snapped.
The younger kids curl in their beds,
Not sure what's going on,
But having good guesses.
The oldest knew though,
Sitting there praying it would stop,
Hoping he would just leave her mom alone,
Terrified he would turn on her again.
Finally the sound of a door slamming,
She knew he was gone,
Maybe even for good,
But that was her same thought last time.
She tiptoed up the stairs,
But to only find her mother crying,
With the big red hand print she had heard.
Her life wasn't easy,
She had to grow up too fast,
Take care of her siblings,
She had to act as a mom,
When she needed one the most.
