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"Curtis, Curtis please do something!" yelled a scared little five year old that watched as his father beat his mother as she tried to stop him from packing his stuff.

"No! It´s better if he leaves us, then he won´t hurt us anymore!" Curtis said sternly as he cradled his three year old sister, her face was hidden in his shirt only being able to see her golden curls. The five year old looked up at his brother in disbelief. Curtis had dirty blond hair and green-brown eyes that glowed as the light from their parent's room touched his face as he watched from the dark hallway.

Click. The man closed his suitcase and his wife pulled at his shirt trying to keep him from the door. "You can't leave us! You can't leave them!!" The woman cried in desperate sobs. "Shut up and let me be!" the man said in a harsh tone as he smacked the woman's face and pushed her onto the bed.

"No! Leave her alone!" cried the little boy as he ran into the bedroom and tried to fight his father. "Get off you stupid boy!" the man said as he pushed the boy into a wall and walked out of the room and walked out of the house. Curtis held on his little sister as he watched his dad walked out of their lives.