He was drunk again. I came home and he was hitting mom. I wish I could have left, but I knew I couldn't. I yelled stop and took the rest of the beating. Once he was done I treated mom's wounds. After cleaning myself up I went to bed, crying myself asleep while I prayed for my step dad to die. I dreamt of Aspen. What life could be like if it were just me and her. Me and Aspen. Perfection.
