I Remember
Violet's P.O.V.
I remember the day I heard mommy and daddy fight
They were so loud I'm surprised I was the only one who heard them
Then I heard slapping noise
And heard mommy crying
I heard daddy yell and then slam the front door
I heard mommy continuing to sob and went to go check on her
"Get out of here!" she yelled at me. "You stupid child this is all your fault! If you hadn't come home with that stupid greaser friend of yours then he wouldn't have hit me!"
"I'm sorry…" I mumbled.
She glared at me then grabbed the lamp. She threw it straight at me and I felt it crash against my head and knock me to the ground.
I remember crying and asking why she did that.
Her only response was to get out and to never bring him to our house again.
I remember crawling back to my room and placing a blanket against my sore head. Ten minutes later I looked at the blanket and saw a big dark red spot on it.
Then the darkness overcame me and I fell asleep on my bedroom floor.
When I awoke I saw daddy standing over me with a beer bottle in his hand. "You're nothing to us. You're a failure to your mother and I." He growled at me. "You're pathetic and you'll never be anything but a loser in life."
I remember backing away against the wall in fear, terrified about what he might do.
He just glared at me and then after a while he left. The next morning they both acted like nothing happened.
The evidence was there though. Mommy's red cheek, the blood bump on the right side of my head, and the stench of alcohol on daddy's breath.
Yet nobody noticed the evidence and if they did they ignored it.
My mother and father continued to live their lives as the successful and caring people they put out in the world, but they were really just demons wearing a mask.
I hated both of them, yet I couldn't do anything.
I was only ten years old then, but I can still feel the pain of that day today.
I remember that day and I always will.