Yelling,
Screaming,
Crying.
I'm begging you,
"Please stop fighting."
Your glare tells me
that you'll hit me too
if I don't walk away,
but I can't take this anymore-
not one more day.

I've never fought back before,
so this was a first.
I tried to get mom out,
before you
hit me first.

One,
Two,
Three hits,
that's when I fell.
But I wouldn't back down,
and you started to tell.

Fists flew for a minute
or so,
That's when mom came back,
with a big blow-
to the head.
You were finally down.

We were finally free.
Well Dad,
I hope I don't see you around.