Cue 1

She slammed the door, screaming at the top of her lungs, "You have GOT to be kidding me!"

My father was drunk again, nothing new to me or the rest of my family. He said he was going to get help, going to get clean and for the longest time, we thought he did. But the fact that he was drunk now was not the reason why I was mad. He promised he would stop hitting me, stop swearing and making me feel worthless. But just as I came in the door from my friend's place, his fist was in my face. For a second, I didn't know what hit me until the pain came and I felt the blood gush out of my nose and mouth.

"You little slut! I've been waiting all day for you!" He yells as he steadied himself with a one of the kitchen chairs. I stumbled to my feet, running to my room as fast as I could. I swung my body against it and locked it shut as the tears clouded my vision.

"Where do you think your goin, girl?" I hear him yell, his words slurring as he too, stumbles his way towards my room. I backed away from the door as his fists hit the outside, begging for entry.

"Go away!" I yell. My voice is soft, weak even from crying. I walked over to my bed and curled up in the corner, waiting for mom to come home as I cried. She'd be home any second to straighten him out. And just as quickly as I thought it, my dad suddenly went quiet. I could hear the front door open and my mom's familiar voice.

"I'm home!" she declared brightly. And then, I heard her scream...