Karen, Andrew Open The Door

When I was about 4/5 years old my brother and I were watching a film early in the morning when we heard our mum asking for us to open the front door to let her in. My dad told us to sit down and he crawled on his hands and knees to make it look like it was one of us little ones. He stood up and opened the door and as she entered he punched her in the face and knocked her to the floor. He then dragged her by her hair into the kitchen where he began punching, kicking her and banging her head on the floor. I was screaming because she was lifeless and I thought she was dead. As I moved her hair off her face my cruel father filled a metal mop bucket full of cold water and threw over her, still she did not react. I remember the neighbors banging on the front door because they had obviously heard everything but I couldn't reach the door catch to let them in, to stop what was happening. I ran round and round in circles until I fell to the ground and I couldn't breathe. I was like having the bed spins when you have drunk abit too much. A little later on my father told me that my mum had been a very bad women and the police are coming to take her away. Two men in blue uniforms did turn up for her and did take her away. We didn't see her for a while. It was only when I was about 20ish or so when watching a drama set in the 1970's on TV I realised the men in blue uniforms were ambulance men and not the police. My mum had in fact had a breakdown because my father was sleeping with her best friend and all the scars and bruises she always had were down to him. A cruel and heartless excuse of a man is my father and this is just one instant of violence witnessed at his hands.

tzarina75 tzarina75
46-50, F
Feb 22, 2010