Ever after never came
It began happening after his "nervous breakdown". His father would come home late at night, smelling strongly of alcohol and cigarettes.
Dave would look up from whatever he was doing as his father stumbled into the door. His mom would stand up and quickly usher Dave into his bedroom, but it was much too early for it to be his bed time. Still he listened. He didn't like that look in his father's beady eyes.
Seconds after Dave's door had closed, his father had begun screaming at his mom, calling her down and using a lot of bad colourful language.
Dave's eyes would widen and he'd sit frozen in the middle of his bedroom. His mom never said a word in return and his father continued to heap his abuse.
Soon the boy heard a loud crash and a thump, like a body had struck the floor. Then he heard his mom beginning to sob.
Dave walked to his door and opened it a crack, revealing his father hovering over his mom, a lamp was broken beside her and the older man was looking like he was about to go crazy on the whole world.
"Shut up! It's your fault, you know that?" He screamed, and those words would soon be engraved in Dave's memory because he would hear them many, many more times. But now, the ten year old watched in horror as his father struck his mom again and turned drunkenly, stumbling into the washroom and soon the sounds of retching followed.
His mom would pick herself up off the floor slowly, a bruise would be stretching across some part of her body and she'd look at him and lower her eyes.
It was times when he was alone in his room, trying to block out the horrible sounds of abuse that he recalled his mom had told him she loved his father and it was like a fairytale when they had met.
He guessed her ever after had never come.
As he got older, he realized what his dad was doing was horrible and called the police when the old man stumbled home drunk.
His father was still angry at him, but Dave knew that he had to do something.
The nightmare had ended for him but there were other women out there who still needed help.
A/N: Okay, sorry. This didn't turn out as well as I had hoped, but alas it was the only thing I could think of. I'm entirely against violence towards women and this is in memory of those who lost their lives on December 6th 1989. The ending was rushed and forgive the sloppy feel.