My father was standing in front of my brother's room. He was angry. My mother was standing next to him. I clenched my fist tightly. My mother started cursing me out like normal, “what the fuck Maria you have no right to hurt you father. All he did was go into your brother's room to talk to you both.” I growled lowly, “that is bull shit. He didn't just walk in to talk to us. He fucking walked in, slapped me hard enough for me to hit the floor, and stepped angrily towards Caleb. So I kicked the back of father's knee. I then helped Caleb out of there before father could hurt him. He is my brother I care about him. Father has no right to try to kill Caleb. I know that is what father was going to do. You both are pieces of shit. Neither of you deserve to have children. I fucking hate both of you.” They stepped towards me. I stood my ground. My mother hit me first. She had back handed me across the face. My father then took his turn beating me. He hit me in the stomach with a light but forceful punch. I was in alot of pain but I then attacked back taking my father first. I hit him several times in the stomach then I kicked his knees out. He fell hard on to the ground. I then stepped to my mother. I grabbed her by the throat and hit her several times in the stomach then when I go of her throat I backhanded her as hard as I could. Stupid cunt I growled. They both were in pain. I looked at them with true hatred. My father tried to stand up but fail. He tried again, he got up. He then grabbed me by the throat and threw me to the ground. I hit the floor with a loud thud. My mother stood up and over me. She started strangling me. So I strangled her back only sinking my nails into her neck. She let go. I didn't let go. She pulled my hands off of her neck. She started bleeding. She stumbled and fell to the floor. My father rushed over to help her stop the bleeding. He yelled at me to go get bandages I obeyed. I got him what he needed. He fixed up my mother. My mother looked at me with fear and hatred. My father was looking at me the same way. I glared at them both. Then my father picked up my mother and carried her down stairs to the living room and set her down onto the couch. I was still on the floor. I had red marks on my face. I also had a bruise starting on my stomach. I winced when I stood up. I had small bruises starting on my neck. I limped to my room. I unlocked the door. Caleb look at me with excitement he reached out his arms to hug me. I hugged him. He looked at me with curiosity I slightly smiled at him. He clapped his hand. I laughed lightly. He looked like he was going to say something. “ma...ma…mawea!!!” He said cheerfully. I smiled widely. “Hi buddy.” I said with a smile. That was Caleb’s first word. I was Caleb’s first word