Chapter Three

“Why in the heck are you making freaking brownies in my house” my dad yelled.
“I was trying to surprise you” my mom said calmly back.
“Well I don't care I want you to go throw those out.”
“I'm sorry.”
I followed my mom out and she started crying. I could tell she was really miserable but what else can I do than be supportive of her. I can't make my dad stop and I can't file the divorce for her. I just wish I could have this all stop.
“Rub my feet!” my dad yelled to me.
“Eww, no dad!” Let me tell you, a police officer gets pretty offensive feet most of the time!
“I told you to rub my feet.”
“Dad, no please.”
“Okay, fine do what you want.”
Before I had time to react he had grabbed me and started smacking and punching me. I was terrified. He usually is pretty bad but I think this is one of the worst times. He picked me up and threw me in my room. My mom and sisters were watching this the entire time and my mom came and bit him on his neck. Well let me tell you this was a BAD idea. He went and shoved her into the wall and said if she ever did that again he was get his gun. My sisters were crying. My mom told my dad that she was going to leave with us for awhile and not to worry. So we hurry and got our coats and hats on and went to play at the park. Oh another thing you should know about me is that I have a sister named Rachel who is 6 and a sister named Ana who is 9. Anyways now that we have gotten that out of the way.
We played for about 3 hours then my mom took us to Wendy's and we all got a baked potato and chili. Mmm Mmm. We wasted as much time as we could and then my mom took us home. Luckily my dad was gone. But when we walked in we couldn't believe what we saw.