Heart turned cold

The loud screams broke the silence of the night. The crying, the yelling, the back and forth cursing, he said she said every night was the same. Unaware of the short and long-term effects those outburst was causing to us children the fighting continued repeatedly which each night getting more intense. I would look up at the top bunk at my older brother for confinement but he was just as confused as me. My 2 sisters sat helplessly by their door. No one to come to our rescue we desperately waited for the drama to end. An apartment bind together by marriage but separated by blood it was in my best interest for me to check on my DNA."Mommy you ok i would yell through the bedroom door." After a f

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