Why me?

"No! Please don't do this I beg you! Leave her out of this! She is only 11 Years old John!" My Mother begged to my Father. "We can not sell our only daughter! As she is our only child!" But it was of no use as he slapped her across the face. Her eyes looked so puffy and I couldn't do a thing as I stayed in the corner crying. "I never wanted a daughter and you know that!" "I am going to sell her and you can stop me." He said in a cold and threatening tone. "Please John Listen to me." she said calmly as she gently grabbed his arm. "This is our daughter we are talking about. Don't you have a heart?" "I have a heart just not for this bratty kid." I saw my moms hand come up and a slap had echoed through the whole house. And she said" She is no brat and you are no father. I'm leaving and I'm taking MY daughter with you pathetic poor excuse of a father. You only care about money." My Father had an angered expression on his face and said" You can leave but you can't take her with you. Mr.Kight said he wanted her and only her. He is willing to pay millions for her!" Next thing I know I heard a smash I looked up to see my Mother standing over my Father. A vase had been broken and blood was leaving his head as he lied unconscious on the cold, hardwood floor. I looked at my Mother a saw her hands shaking then she ran to me and picked me up saying "We have to go love." In a calm tone. As she walked past my Father she had a very hateful look on her face and continued walking till we were out the door.