The story of my life.

I was only 5 now and had just started school, i liked school and it soon became my safe place. We lived on a quite street and I had made friends with the girl next door. She was around my age and her parents where around mine once the two couples meet it wasnt long before they were friends. My mother started work at a lovely rest home where I often went with her, I meet many lovely elders with some amzing skills and passions. My siblings also had sometimes come along. Her now fiancee was a stay at home dad. Although they were planning to get married they sometimes had arguements (like all couples) but there was a few things that separated them from what a 'normal' relationship argument was. I dont remember what they used to argue about everytime but it was mainly things like money or transport or other normal things but there was this time where all the bad things started. They were arguing and my siblings and I cowered in our bedroom that we shared then we heard it. THUMP, CRASH, I not only heard the thump but I felt the house vibrate as I saw my mother fall to the ground a few inches away from our bedroom door that was wide open, and i heard the sound of glass shatter and saw small shards of glass that looked like it came from one of vases scatter around her. I saw the red blood drop on the floor as she pulled herself from the cold floor I heard my so called father screaming at her then again felt and heard the thump as she got thrown against the wall. all I remember from then on is after he had done the damage, and he had left her weak from being thrown around she came to see us kids who were a still scared wrapped up in blakents with tear stained cheecks. I hoped this was the first and only time but boy was I wrong and this wasnt the worst to come.