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My mom and I were sitting in court, looking at the monster standing behind the bars. All I could feel was anger towards him. He’s a criminal and deserves everything that will happen to him. But my mom was sitting there crying out of pity for him. That’s because the monster is her husband and my dad. Because she loves him she couldn't help but feel sorry for him, even now. All her married life with him she has been a victim. But I don’t feel sorry for him. He deserves everything that he is going to get. I can say that what I found out later lead me to despise my own dad, who I can't call a dad anymore..
A few months ago my mom and dad were having a fight as usual. I had gotten so used to my dad screaming that I had forgotten what his smile even looked like. However, the way he was acting today was far worse than he had ever been. This time he wasn’t only yelling at my mom as he usually does, he was screaming at me too. He kept on screaming nonsense for almost an hour without stopping! In the end, he left the house and slammed the door shut so hard it almost broke. All of that anger and it was just over dinner! Mom had made him chicken and he wanted pork. But I was used to it, the smallest thing would set him off. He didn’t need much of an excuse to get angry and violent.
My poor mom was left sitting on the floor crying. I sat beside her and hugged her. She didn’t deserve to be with a man like that. Even though he is my dad, I never loved him. For so long I tried to convince my mom to leave him but for some reason, she’d always get angry from that idea. She was convinced that deep down he was a good man and that he would change. So I had given up trying to convince her, I just wanted to protect her. However, that didn’t mean I didn’t want to find us a solution to save us from all this torture.
I don’t know how I slept that night. All I knew was that after I passed out I dreamt of a warm home and a normal life. Though when I woke up, my dreams didn’t come true. I woke up to an even worse nightmare. My dad had came back home drunk. He was swaying from left to right and started smashing everything in sight. The sound made me come running out of my bedroom. I feared he might hurt my mom! But what I saw made my heartbreak. My mom was standing at the bottom of the stairs trying to stop my dad from getting to me. When she laid her eyes on me she started crying hysterically. She was afraid he’d hurt me. But once he saw me, he ran towards me like a maniac.
Why was he acting like a crazy person? What did he want from me? I closed my eyes, scared he was going to hit me. But he didn’t. He just started shouting at me with a weird request. It was like my dad had completely lost his mind. He held me by the shoulders and with his other hand, he was holding a very small box. He looked me right in the eye and said: “your blue eyes aren’t fooling me, spit in this box.” I tried breaking free from his grasp but I didn’t succeed. He asked me again but this time louder: “Spit!” So I did.
He left the house, slamming the door behind him, and my mom ran towards me and asked me if I was alright. I told her I was fine, but I really wasn’t! I had had enough of living in fear. I had no idea why he did all of this and truth be told I didn’t care. All I cared about was keeping this man away from me and my mom.
My mom started tidying the house and clearing up everything he had smashed. I noticed something broken on the floor, it was a vase, smashed beyond repair. It had been my grandma’s and her mom's before and had been passed on to my mom. It was her most treasured possession and all she had of her family. Now it was broken and there was nothing left.
I exploded with anger and told my mom that I had had enough. I was going to call the police and tell them everything! I wanted him to suffer, and to suffer for all that he had put me and mom through.
But she started to shiver and the color from her face drained. She begged me not to and started to cry. Then she said something that really shocked me. She said that if anyone deserved to go to prison it was her!
But… how? My mom is the kindest person you could ever meet. She would do anything for me and my dad and always had done. My mom was barely eighteen when she had me which caused my father to marry her and move into this home. It was left to my mom after her mother’s death. He didn’t have any money or a house of his own. Being young and pregnant she had no choice but to marry him. And ever since she had been putting up with his cruel and violent behaviour. How could this be her fault?
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