I don't remember much at all. But I'll say what I do remember.
I was 7, it was 2am.
I was woken up and my dad was pissed. My mom wasn't home. My dad got me and my brothers and drove us to the restaurant we owned- where my mom was.
When we got there she wasn't there, so we came back home.
My mom was sitting on the steps crying.
My dad put us in our rooms. I remember loud banging and screaming after that. I was laying there crying with my hands over my ears, yelling, "Stop, stop, please stop."
Next thing I remember, my dad came in and tucked me in, telling me everything was okay.
My dad was drinking that night and got really mad and beat my mom.
After I heard his bedroom door close, I left my room quietly to look for my mom. I couldn't find her. I peeked outside the back door and whispered, "Mom." Nothing.
The next day my dad took us somewhere and he was pulled over by a cop. My mom was following and she got out of the car with a sling on her arm.
That's all I remember.
What was filled in, that night I heard my dad screaming "you cheated on me," well a guy was texting my dad telling him she was with him. Calling. Not just that night but for a while.
I later found out that when I couldn't find my mom, she was over in the neighbors tree then knocked on his window and called the police.
That's the short story. After that, they divorced.
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