it starts off like any other

i was only five when my mom met my step father,i liked him.but when he started getting comfterable around me,thats when he became aggresive.He would scream at me for no reason and tell my mother things i never did.But of course my mother believed him.one day he was extremly drunk.i remember the day faintly.but i knew for sure i wasnt going back to that house when my mother was giving him a second chance.I stayed with my grandparents until my mother wheeled me back home.My stepfather said he would get help,but slowlybegan to drink more.I was annoyed that he kept talking to me while he was three sheets to the wind and the screaming didnt stop.i mentioned to my mother that i didnt like him.But until one normal day.That morning my mother was off to work and my stepfather was going to drive me too school.i noticed that he walked slowly into the bathroom,trying to hide somthing between his hands.he locked the bathroom door and i heard a crack,like when you open a pop can,but i knew it wasnt pop,it was a beer.i remember my mother telling me when i was quite young that an alcoholic will drink in the morning and keep on going through out the day.After after school i phoned my mother and told her that he was drinking again,she said she would talk to him about it and we both agreed that we didnt want this to happen again.When he came to pick me up,he locked the truck doors and began to scream at me,saying that he wasnt drinking that morning.But i knew he was lying,i wasnt stupid enough to believe his lies.That day,as he went to go get my mother,it was taking long,and i got nervous,so i called my mothers phone,when she answerd,she sounded like she was crying.I started packing right away,i knew what was happening.Aweek before that,i began self harming.No one new but my close friends.When i heard the truck pull in,i heard my step father walk into the house,but no sign of my mother.