My "Diary"

The Start

So the first time my dad actually hit my mom was when I was in grade 6.

My dad was talking to other woman online and was saying he was going to meet up with them. My mom being the women she was messaged the girls he was talking to and told them to "Fuck off you hoes" They told my dad this and he wasn't happy.

My dad basically lives in the basement of our house. As kids we weren't allowed in the basement if we wanted to go down there we had to ask and had to have a reason to be down there.

My mom was playing her PS3 in her bedroom, when my dad came upstairs he slammed the door behind him and started beating her.

Me, my brother, and sister were all in the livingroom watching a movie, Me and my sister instantly started crying.

My brother was in shock. We all look at each other. My dad came out of the room 1 minute later, he walked back downstairs like nothing even happened.

We all ran to my mom's room, me and my sister still crying my brother was the strong one. We walked in the room and one half of my mom's face was swollen. She could barely open 1 eye, and was crying. We all sat together in my mom's room, we ended up watching a movie together, The fast and the furious. My dad came up while we were watching the movie and came to the bedroom door he looked at my mother's face and left back downstairs.

My mom always forgives him he always promises it will never happen again, but it always happens again... Always...

My mom promises we will leave him in the morning or we will leave but we don't... I guess it's hard to think that we actually would leave like where would we go? A hotel? Family? friends? Pfft please no one wants us trust me...