• "He's home. Be nice, Anna. You know how he'll be when we tell him." my mom says nervously, shifting the suitcase at her feet.
    "Yes, mama. I'll try. Really." I say honestly. "But you know I cant promise anything."
    "I know, honey." she says as the door opens, making us both jump a little. The silhouette of a large built, not fat, but large, man walks in. The door slams behind Him, so hard I'm surprised it didn't crumble into a million little pieces. Now that the light is better, I can see he has beer and bloodstains, his blood and others, all over his wife-beater shirt, and his khaki shorts are ripped and torn into thin strips. It takes all my strength not to roll my eyes at His bedraggled appearance. More bar fights. He sees the suitcases at our feet.
    "Michelle? Anna? Do you need to ******** say something?" He says. That time I do roll my eyes. He has a very annoying habit of saying "********" in almost every sentence.
    "Eric, we're leaving. I'm not going to sugar-coat it or anything, that's just what's happening. Now if you'll excuse us-"
    He blocks the door, face twisted in rage. "Excuse you? No one is ******** leaving this house!"
    "As a matter of fact," I say, unable to control myself anymore. "We're leaving this house. For good. Now if you'll move your fat a** so we can go-"
    At the same time as mom says "Anna!" sternly, He walks up to me menacingly. "What the ******** did you just say to me, girl?"
    "I said, move your fat abusive a** so we can ******** leave." i say.
    "Nice kid you got here, Shelly." He says calmly, not a good sign. "But I think she could use some ******** MANNERS!" At the last word, he uncovers the knife he was hiding behind his back, and stabs me deep in the stomach. I don't actually feel anything. I can just barely hear my mom screaming my name fearfully. My legs grow weak and I cant hold myself up anymore. As I land painfully on my back, blackness starts to swallow me. I fall under hearing only His maniacal laughter as He slaps mom across the room, knocking her out too.
    ._.-._.-._.

    I woke up thinking it was just a dream. I try to get up for some water, only to gasp in pain and lay back down. Skin covered in sweat, I uncover my stomach, paper-thin from His anorexic diet he put mom and I on, and sure enough, its crudley wrapped in a dirty, blood soaked bandage. I take a good look before falling under again.