frank's POV;

I have been going to Mr Way’s art room during my lunch periods for a few weeks now and it’s been okay. He hasn’t bothered me and I haven’t bothered him. We just let ourselves get on with what needs doing. That was until today.
this morning before school my parents were arguing like normal that’s all they ever do. And to hear things being broken or someone being slapped about is also normal it’s all I have ever known; however, this morning’s argument was worse somehow. There wasn’t much shouting more screaming and things being kicked over, the noise was mainly coming from my mother. It was all happening in their bedroom everything that was going on was in their room. I couldn’t walk past there this morning and not stop whatever was happening. I practically threw my school bag on the floor, kicked the bedroom door open and stood there in complete shock.
there in front of me was my dad, on top of my mother pinning her down, and what I could make out to be him fumbling trying to get his trousers down. She was crying, that’s when alarm bells came through my head. That was not going to happen. Not to my mother. I lost my shit. I raced along the where they were in the room and jumped on to my dad’s back with my hands pulling his head back he dropped his grip on my mom and she managed to get up and got herself out of there. Which just left me and him. I swear to you I was nearly going to kill him. Before anything could happen to me or him I jumped off him ran out of the room slammed it shut and locked the door. I grabbed my bag which was now in the bathroom because of the direction I threw it. I made my way down the stairs and couldn’t seem to hear or see my mother anywhere. So, I just left, and started on my way to school.
It was cold out so very cold, but then being the end of November that is hardly surprising, and because of all the commotion this morning I didn’t think to grab a coat off the rack before I left. As I’m walking through the bitter morning, I’m thinking about everything that has happened whether he will stay with him after this. That maybe this was the final straw for her? I mean what is it going to take to leave a violent, arrogant, waste of space, alcoholic, rapist? For me It would be the first punch. There is now way any man would get away with treating me like that. No way. I refuse to be someone’s punching bag. Although, something is screaming out inside me that she won’t leave him, she “loves” him, what is there to love?

You’d think she would leave when he started hitting me, but nope. She stayed and wouldn’t let me out to live with my grandparents. She would much rather keep me somewhere dangerous so she can see me, than give a flying fuck about my safety? I mean tell me, what sort of mother does that? Okay I can accept the fact that she is scared yes, but what does she think I feel? I’m her child? I don’t feel like she is doing a particularly good job of protecting me when I have been taking most of her beatings and fighting her battles for that last 8 years. This shit isn’t fair on me or her. Yet I feel like I’m the one who is suffering the most.

Notes

hey you guys, thank you for waiting on this!
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