When your a child, and someone gets mad you hide. Or atleast thats how I grew up. I thought once he'd left I wouldnt have too no more. Last night, is a huge blur. With me pushing her out. Leaving the door between us. The rough smell of liqour lingureing on her breath. Yelling and pushing hard on the door, I was keeping shut. Curled up in a ball when I heard the door open and her fly in the house. Just minutes before. I curled up in a ball, and hid under my blankets. Trying to ignore the yells, the breaking glass. The everything I thought I could forget from my childhood. Now what?