The Abused

All I could hear were my mother's screams coming from my daddy's room. I wanna see what's happening but i'm to scared, so I slowly start to creep up the stares. My mind is racing as I have a flashback about our family having a picnic together, but my flashback becomes a blur when I hear a loud BOOM, I run up the stairs in hesitation upon opening the door I found my mother in the corner crying with bruises from head-to-toe, while my dad is in the opposite corner smoking a cigar.
I run to comfort my mother slowly trying to hug her so I won't hurt her even more. I'm in a fiery rage like a volcano about to erupt, Without hesitation I run to my dad and start hitting him with my 11-year-old fist but he slaps and kicks me in my side. I manage to crawl to my mother being careful not to drag my self against the rough carpet.
We've all been sitting here for a while now, my mother and I quietly sobbing in the corner while my dad smokes a cigar, after cigar, after cigar. Everything stops like a buffering video. I wake up to find myself covered in sweat huffing and puffing really fast while my heart beats out of control.
All kinds of questions run through my head: What just happened? Is this going to happen to me? Will this happen? I don't understand, but now it's time to wake up.