Where it all began.

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My parents were good people and loved each other, or so I thought. Being the naive person I am, I didn't even that they were fighting until the very night I came home from a sleepover at my friends house.

I was walking towards the front porch when I heard yelling,I picked up my pase so i could get there fast. Then I heard sounds of objects falling and then I ran and burst through the front door just to see my dad tackle my mother and throw punches at her. I ran to were they were on the floor and tried to get my dad of my mom, but he just pushed me aside like I weighed nothing. Now I was determined to stop him from killing my mom so I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the frying pan and knocked my dad out while my mother struggled for air for he had previously had her in a chokehold. After that I called the cops and ambulance and watched as they took my mom away.

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