Breaking down

Her mother lay on the kitchen floor her face already bruising from the hit. It was obvious she wasnt breathing her neck twisted at an odd angle. How hard did you hit her i heard myself screaming at him staring at the woman in front of me. I could tell the calm was fading off of him and he rage was gone but still he just stared. Do something i found myself shreiking at him there was nothing else to do nothing to say. I was the kid here. I was the broken child. Crippled from my brothers death and now staring at my mother. Dad i was whispering now the situation finally hitting me. Dad you killed her, you killed mom. He looked at me a crazed look in his eye. Its okay sweetheart well leave well be out before they find her. My mind was a mess all i was hearing was well leave. No. We couldnt leave Jake we couldnt leave him. I found my voice as my head cleared NO. My dad stepped towards me confused, I couldnt take it i couldnt deal with it. Leaving his pained face behind, i turned and i ran.