Monster

I never dreamed my life could turn out this way, especially after what I’d watched my own mother go through.
Screams like the sound of cats dying pierced the cold air as the hit of the frying pan targeted its’ victim. Helpless, shaky whimpers faded away. I felt paralyzed, as if my legs were no longer connected to the rest of my body. I was unable to attempt to take action. Fear enveloped my mind, body, and soul.
She was sitting and sobbing against the blood-stained wall now, her trembling hands placed on her weak knees. The familiar perfectly long curly blonde locks were now tangled and destroyed. Then the frightened eyes met mine, which were filled with so much sorrow. She mouthed “I’m sorry” as softly as she could, her cracked bloody lips too dry to speak. Those dark eyes withheld so much pain.
She knew in her heart that what was happening was wrong. This person who had once been someone she thought had loved her, had transformed into a monster. A destructive, selfish monster who lived to put things in their place. He had abolished all the warm feelings of a home, instilling fear in her kids’ hearts. I don’t understand why she puts up with this. My own mother, my protector. I will never allow myself to go through something so awful.

I fall back onto the small bed, my head knocking hard against the wooden headboard. The impact of the hit shoots a sharp sensation through my body. I pull my hands towards my chest, and tuck my fingers inside, making a closed, shaky fist. My heartbeat feels like the beat of a drum as I gasp for air.
Now he’s on top of me, smothering my mouth with the pillow I rest my head on at night. My heart pounds even faster than before as I kick and do every little thing in my power to keep him from doing anymore harm. I manage to push and thrust him away from me as I stand up and contemplate my next move.
A slap wails through the air as my cheek turns a bright red. A scream is let out as I touch my hand to the sting. Now he is satisfied at last, as he turns and goes downstairs, leaving me to sit on the floor, wrapped in a fetal position, fear preventing me from moving again.
I hear the sound of the porch door slam and shortly after the engine starting and tires screeching as he pulls out and makes his way to work. I am alone now. Except for her.
I look over at my bedroom door and see her sitting around the wall, her little head peeking in. Her brown eyes are big with fright as she stares in at me. All I can do is say “I’m sorry,” while I look back at my confused baby girl.
Tears begin to stream down my cheeks, the sting from the slap still present, as I cradle my head in my hands and rock my body from side to side. I had promised to never let this happen to me or my family, but now a monster of my own resides in our home.