Everything will be better soon.

As I walked into the front door I saw her being pushed around by him again and she said "don't worry about it honey everything is fine." My mother and father fight all the time but she always says don't worry about it. Sometimes I don't under stand why she doesn't just get a divorce or something. When I started to walk up stairs I started to hear them start to fight again they act like I'm not even there sometimes. So I get tired of it and just go into my room and lock my door and listen to music. I began to do some homework and I hear a loud thump louder then my music. I took out my head phones and ran down stairs. My mother was on the floor with blood on her nose and bruises on her face and arms and my father standing over her. I started to cry and finally yelled at him "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!!" He looks at me with narrow angry eyes and he started to raise his fist and my mother said "honey go up stairs don't worry none of this will happen again I promise I love you." next thing I know I'm on the floor with a little blood coming out of my mouth. My mother stood up with a surprised, angry, sad, sorry look on her face. I kept my feelings all bundled up whipped off the blood and walked up the stairs. When I go into my room I shut the door locked it and went to the bathroom to clean up. I heard nothing after that. When I went to go lay on my bed I feel asleep. About an hour later my mother walks up stairs and says "wake up honey it's time for dinner and I don't want your father to get angry so hurry please." So I got up and walked down with my mother. My father was already at the table he looked a little different. He was drunk... He never got drunk unless work was bad. When I say down he said "looking shittier then ever today I see." What an ass he is. I wish he would just go die and leave me and my mother alone. So of course if I didn't respond he would get mad so I said " yeah I always am I'm sorry..." When my mother started to serve dinner I hear my father say "what the hell is this? Shit?" My mother started to cry but kept herself back from doing it. Next thing I know I see a plate of food fly across the table and slam against the wall and the table being flipped. My mother just finally let out the tears and when I saw my dad raise his fist I ran in front of my mother and let him hit me instead. She didn't deserve it! She punched me so hard I lost a tooth, and left a big bruise on my left eye and cheek. I cried but I quite before he noticed. My mother looked at me and she whispered "that was for me that shouldn't have been for you. Please go up stairs it won't happen again I won't let it happen again." I ran up stairs and all I heard was yelling and my father throwing things. God I hate calling him my father...