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My father was pissed all the time. He used to go insane. One time I remember he smacked me because I asked him for milk. He was 100% not in the right mind at that time. He got better when my mom came back from rehab. I remember the day she came back. She was happy. That was the first time I had ever seen her that way. Everyone was better for a while.
Nothing much happened for a while after that. I mean that guy (his name was Andrew) came around often when my dad wasn't around. That wasn't a big deal until my dad found out. He found out when I was about 10. So I vividly remember what happened. My dad left for a meeting. He was going to be out for a few hours or so. My mother hugged him on the way out and watched him leave. The second he was out of sight, she called her boyfriend (?) to come over. He came over about 20 minutes after she called. At this point, my mother didn't seem to care that I knew about her cheating.
About 30 to 40 minutes into them fucking around, my dad came home. My mom and Andrew must have heard the garage door open because I heard rustling around from my parent's room. They weren't quick enough apparently because my dad walked in right when Andrew walked out. My dad weirdly didn't notice him and started to talk about why he was home early. In the middle of the sentence, my dad finally saw him. My father looked him up and down, then just stared into his eyes for a few seconds. The house was so quiet I could hear everyone breathing. Finally, my mom came out of their room. She said some bullshit excuse that I don't remember. In the middle of my mom speaking, everything started to slow down for me. My dad looked at me, and I nodded. It's like he could read my mind that she was lying.
My dad walked up to Andrew, and he started yelling through his teeth. He told him to get out or else. Andrew stood his ground by not saying a word back. My dad hit him directly in the nose, making Andrew fall to the floor. Andrew tried to get up, but my dad kept hitting him and kicking him. Andrew's blood was splattered all around, and at that point, I looked away. I started to scream cry into my hands. I was terrified.
*Authors note - So just like p.1, this piece is not fully edited. So I will be fixing anything wrong. So please fill free to give me constructive criticism! Any review is highly appreciated! Thanks for reading*