"You dont love him! I'm the only one who ever cares for him!"
"That's your f**king job as a women!"
"Don't be sexist with me!"
"I just was!"
I stood at the doorway of the living room, my hands in front of me and my head down as I listened to my parents fight.
"Does your mother even love you?! You're f**king abusive-"
"I don't touch you!"
"No, but you throw the grossest words at Seungmin and me!"
"I only speaking truth at him! Don't even!"
"Truth?! You call all that truth?! It's all just your opinions!"
"Exactly! I'm being truthful!"
"You're recking his self-esteem!"
"How?! He looks fine to me!"
I looked up at my mom, making eye contact with her. The way her eyes sparked with love was the only thing that comforted me.
"Seungmin. Go do your homework." My mother said, pulling her sleeves up.
I wasn't sure what she was going to do, but I did as I was told. I left the room in a hurry into my bedroom.
When I pulled out my homework from my binder, I heard scream. The scream sounded almost painful.
I gulped. I could not stand in my room and act like that was fine. I opened my door and looked down the hallway. My eyes widened in fear.
My father had a black eye, but he was holding my mother by the neck up against the wall. Her feet were dangling.
I rushed back into my room, grabbing the baseball bat I had from third grade and ran out into the hallway. I stood staring at the situation.
"Get o-off of her!" I yelled.
Both of their eyes turned to me. My mom looked worried, but my father looked as if he was going to beat me.
"You couldn't do anything. You weak piece of sh*t."
And then I ran at him. I held the bat up and got ready to bring it down on him.
Hard.
"Seungmin, sweetie."
I opened my eyes to see my mother sitting near my bed.
"Why did you do that?"
I hit him. I really hit him. But he took it from my hands I got beat even harder with that bat. I he hit me in the head and I passed out cold.
"He was going to hurt you." I responded, moving to sit up in my bed.
"I attacked him first, Seungmin. I hate seeing you hurt and I want a divorce, I really do." She paused. "But he won't go through with it."
"He just wants to keep hurting us." I said dejectedly.
My mom didn't even say anything. She knew it was true. All this man wanted was to hurt us. Why? No one ever knew.
"Why can't we call the police? This is all mental abuse." I asked, practically begging.
"It is. But we have no proof of it, Seungmin. They won't do anything if we don't have any proof." She sighed.
"Please try to get some sleep. You have school tomorrow." My mother placed a kiss on my forehead and left the room, leaving me to think about everything that was happening.
We couldn't escape from this without any proof. But what could we do?
That was the color we were stuck with.
