Easton
I could hear the sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the house. They moved from one side to the other. He was furious—absolutely furious. The best thing I could do in moments like that was stay hidden behind the old, worn-out couch in the living room. Only there could I keep myself safe from him.
The front door creaked open and someone entered the house.
“Where the hell have you been?!” my father demanded.
“I was...” she began, but he didn’t even let her finish.
A loud smack echoed through the room. He had probably slapped her.
“Were you with your lover, you w***e?!”
My mother cried out in pain. He must have hit her hard. I wanted to run to her and protect her from him, but I couldn’t. If I did, I would be the one he beat until he was satisfied.
“I went to the grocery
