I walked up the stairs, and stared at the shadows of my yelling parents. I crawled up behind the living room sofa and watched, mom throw her wedding ring at dad. Then she marched out of the kitchen. Dad stood there motionless, a few times I thought he had died. But then his phone rang and he answered.
"Clara, she-she dumped me" he sat on the sofa opposite of me. "We are getting divorce papers tomorrow. Now that's a relief" i remember thinking what...daddy, you... You don't want us anymore?
He began talking again,
"Yeah, yeah that's right. I didn't ever want to have kids... She's the one who wanted to have Nina. I never wanted her. I actually thought about putting her up for adoption" I fell backwards making a loud thump. Dad stood up and said
"Clara I gotta go." He came around my side of the couch and began kicking me. Tears rolled down my warm cheeks, as blood poured out of my ripped skin, found on my stomach. He stopped kicking me when he realized the blood on my shirt. My head fell to the ground as I watched my father walk quietly out of the room. My mom came rushing in screaming and crying, she pulled out her phone and dialed 911. I passed out from loss of blood. Awhile after the incident with dad, mom found out she was pregnant with twins. And after they where born she got DNA tests, then discovered that they where, dads kids. She kept the twins a secret from dad, since she didn't even keep in contact with him, and he was running from the police.
