Victim

Words of a Victim As I tried to fight back my tears, faint cries are heard from the other room. My head is spinning with fear, I?m next. I pray for the safety of my mom. Soon enough I hear heavy footsteps pounding in my ears. Step by step getting louder, the door swings open. I hide under my sheets, staying quiet, not knowing what is going on. I feel the sheets lifting. It?s too late, it?s too late, and I?m found. Again and again his swinging his fist. Bruises everywhere, broken bones, open wounds. I instantly get a flash back; dad picking me up, whispering coldhearted shit. As usual I lay back thinking it was all going to end soon.