The moonlight lit up the miles of woods that surrounded our house. I sat sobbing beside the old shack, the rusty handle lay yards away from my legs from where I had a tantrum and threw it away. I had my palms covering my eyes, like I was frightened from a monster. You could say that. He was that monster, though. I felt the sharp sting from the tears around my pupils. A reddish pink pigment consumed the white in my eyes, I didn't feel the same. Darkness was developing around me, and I felt uneasy. The crackles around me echoed in the back of my mind, looking up at the moon reminded me of my mom. I could see those fuzzy images of my mother. When she smiled, dimples. Her freckles were basically a blanket to her nose and cheeks, and her red haired curled above her ears. Her blue eyes rolled back to look at the ceiling when she laughed at a joke. My mothers name was Zoe, and she usually was known for her kindness. Nobody in the world would ever believe it was her to cheat on my father. She was the type to laugh at any of your jokes, if they were stupid or funny, to make you feel good about yourself. Looking back on it, she usually was a one man woman but things changed someway somehow, I don't know how, and she cheated. I cried uncontrollably until I heard footsteps coming from I front of me. I shook my head as I peered between my fingers as I watched my father limp towards me. He had tears in his eyes. Blood was slowly oozing between the creases of his palms and the open wounds he had on his face, among other areas.
I leaned up against the wooden doors expecting to be slapped against the face or to be thrown on the ground along with a nasty insult. But, instead, he dropped to his knees. He cried with me. I cried with him. For the first time in years we felt together, even if meant we had to suffer together. That was the first night I could see past his ruthlessness.
