I curled into a ball, taking the beating without crying. My father continuously hit me and kicked me before turning around and walking to the kitchen. I thought it was over and he was goin to get more to drink like he usualy does, but instead, he came back with a knife. I scrambled back against the wall, trying to get away from him, not daring to open my mouth, knowing it would just make him angrier. He lowered the blade to my skin and started to dig it in. I watched blood well up from the wound as he carved the word "bitch" into my arm. He was just finishing the "h" when the front door swung open. I looked up with wide eyes and saw my mom standing in the doorway. I haven't seen her in two years, I was suprised to see her then.
"Daddy, Mommy's back, you can stop now," I whimpered, hoping the mom being there would make him happier.
"Abe! What are you doing to our daughter?" Mom screamed, rushing towards me. She got to me and scooped me into her arms. She held out the arm that dad carved into and looked at it for a moment. There was too much blood, you couldn't tell what he wrote anymore. She grabbed a piece of cloth from the nearest chair and pressed it onto the wound, causing me to squeak.
"You bitch! You think you can just leave me and then come back and scold ME!" Dad yelled, raising his arm to hit Mom. Just then a man came rushing in and tackled dad to the ground, wrestling his arms behind his back.
"Ma'am, should I call the police?" he asked. I looked down at him and took in his short blonde hair and rippling muscles.
"Yes, please, Jackson, and tell them to hurry, Rose needs to get to the hospital soon," she replied. I rested my head on her chest and listened to her heart beat.