As I was closing the door I felt a hand on the back of my head. I was pushed face-first into the chain lock, with it hitting me right between my eyes. I stepped back from the door holding my face and as I began to turn, I was met with a slap across the face. Stunned, I looked up to see my father fuming. He shoved me back against the door with his hands wrapped around my throat.

”What was that noise?” a small almost a whisper asked.

My father threw me to the ground and turned towards the hall. I held my throat and crawled so I could see past the kitchen island to look down the hall. I was surprised to see my mom holding my four-year brother Jonsey walk around the corner. Right away my father stepped towards them and she quickly stepped back. She looked over and our eyes met, I could see the sadness in her eyes. My father stepped towards them again, his glare more intense. Not wanting them involved in any way I waved them to go back down the hallway. She cradled Jonsey’s head into her shoulder and without a word walked back down the hallway.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when they were out of sight. However, the feeling of relief was replaced with goosebumps, chills, and the hairs on the back of my neck were standing. The way only my father could make happen. I took a deep breath and was about to look up when he grabbed me by the back of my neck.

He violently yanked me up and I cringed as he dug his fingers into my neck. He guided me down the hallway to my room. He opened the door and threw me inside, I hit the ground hard. He followed me inside, slowly closing the door behind him.

I crawled back until I was against the wall, while keeping my eyes on him. However he just stood there with his back to me and hands flat on the door. The only things I could hear was my fathers heavy breathing and my heart pounding out of my chest. I again began crawling back until my back hit the wardrobe. It rattled loudly and my father quickly spun around.

I gasped and stumbled to my feet, but before I could catch my balance or do anything he was back on top of me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and started dragging me back towards the middle of the room. He let me fall back to the ground before he unleashed his rage.

I tried desperately and in vain to cover my head and already injured arm. However his kicks and stomps were moving and alternating so quickly that I took more hits then I could block.

It felt like hours before his rage finally subsided. He stormed out of the room slamming and locking the door behind him. Leaving me trapped, in agony, bloody and barely able to move or breathe.