HE CAME HOME DRUNK AGAIN LAST NIGHT.
HIM AND MOMMY STARTED TO FIGHT.
HE CALLED HER NAMES AND CUSSED HER OUT.
SHE JUST STOOD THERE WHILE HE PUT HER DOWN.
I HEAR HER SCREAM OUT HIS NAME.
I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S PLAYING THIS GAME.
IT HURTS TO KNOW THAT SHE’S IN PAIN, BECAUSE OF HIM AND THE POWER HE GAINES.
SHE STANDS IN THE HALL WITH A BRUISE ON HER FACE.
HE LOOKS AT HER WITH SUCH DISGRACE.
I RUN DOWN THE STAIRS, TEARS STREAMING FROM MY FACE.
I GRAB THE GUN FROM THE CABINET WALL AND I POINT IT IN HIS FACE.
I YELL AT HIM AND I START TO SAY “LEAVE US ALONE YOU DON’T NEED TO ACT THIS WAY.” HE STARTS TO WALK TOWARDS ME WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE, BUT LET HIM GET CLOSE ENOUGH AND HIS BRAINS WILL BE SPLATTERED ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!!