A large bang ruminated around the room as he barged through the door, causing it to swing back and hit the back wall, most likely leaving a dent. He looked around the room, his wild eyes finally met my timid ones. Out of instinct I started to push myself back up against the wall, trying my hardest to get away from him.
His large feet made the wooden floor creak under the pressure as he made his way towards me. He bent down before me, what used to be a sweet gesture had turned into what fueled my nightmares at night. His face was only inches away from mine as he breathed out, his breath reeked with a bitter smell that I'm guessing was alcohol.
My father jerked away as a small hand rested on his shoulder, which was being heaved up and down due to his seething attitude.
"What... What are the fuck are you doing, Lisa!" he shouted at her as he turned around to face her.
"D- don't touch her, John," my mother tried to yell back at him, but her voice was weak and quiet. "She didn't do anything."
I took this opportunity to silently crawl around my father's bulky legs. I went by unnoticed and dived underneath the desk, awkwardly crawling backwards until I was completely hidden.
I waited a few moments before I curiously peeked my head out through the opening. I cringed and jerked back at what I saw, banging my head on the hard wooden desk in the process.
My mother was on the floor, in a pool of her own blood. Eyes closed, shaky breathing, and my monster of a father stood over her, shoulders heaving up and down in anger.
