Lies I Must Live With.

In my 12 years of life I have never seen such an vulger scene as I have now. I cannot get the image of her trying to get him off. I didn’t care that he was trying to hurt me, I just cared that he hurt her. Without even a second thought he hurt her. It may have not been bad because he merely slapped her. But the look on her face will forever scar me. He was to strong to fight off so I let him hit me. It didn’t hurt the few times he hit me. I didn’t care that he was hurting me. All I could do was watch my mom, fight back. She couldn’t do anything because he was holding her back, yelling and hitting me with his other hand. I tried to fight. But I barely made a dent in it all. I only made him madder. So we sat there, waiting for him to stop. And when he did I got him. He turned around and I jumped on his back, biting his neck. Mother ran away, calling the police. When they finally came he was still trying to fight me off. Mother was fine but I had to get stitches. All of this…happened since the last time I was here and to now. I can’t quite believe it either.