The Girl Behind the Mask

Uncle

I used to think that other families had it worse.

I brushed it off at first because all families argue.

But not like this.

All the yelling,

not only hurts my ears,

but my heart.

It frightens me sometimes.

You never know what could happen.

You know something is seriously wrong,

when I have the police number

as a contact on my phone.

He has always been this way,

but now he is like a ticking time bomb.

I have been warned not to argue,

not ot say anything.

But how can I,

when he treats everyone the way he does?

I am afraid at night sometimes.

He is just down the stairs.

Our doors stay open.

College seems like an escape route.

What will happen will I leave?

Will everything be okay?

Will everyone be safe?