After seven years you would think I would be used to waking up to hearing screaming and fighting at 3 o'clock in the morning, but honestly? You never get used to it. My mom and step dad were fighting again. He had probably come home drunk after work again, nothing surprising there. Mom hated when he would come home drunk. At first it was just the drinking problem, but it soon got to the point where he started hitting her. I'd jump in, never one to let anyone abuse my mom or any other family for that matter.
Since my mom and dad split up I've become really close to my mom. But any more I resent her. She says she wants out of the relationship but I know she only says that for my benefit, "You can't help who you love" she would always tell me. I understand that, honest I do. But how can you love some one who abuses you, some one who does drugs and cheats? That I have never understood.
I rolled over onto my side after an hour of listening, if he was going to beat her tonight, he would have already started. They've stopped arguing. I can finally get a little more sleep for school in the morning. That's one of the things I hate most, never being able to sleep through the night when he comes home in that state. Some times I take bruises to school, but never on my face, they're always hidden. I guess it's my fault trying to protect my mother, but shouldn't she be the one protecting me?
I hear a knock on my door, so I get up to open it. My little sister Amelia stands on the other side, "come on, you can sleep with me tonight." I say to her, she always does when she hears them fighting. Another thing I hate the most, him always scaring my little sister. Karma is a bitch though, so I am just waiting for him to get his. One day he will.
