Fifteen

• Lexus

The sound of things shattering could be heard everywhere in the house.

10 year old me stood outside the drawing-room as my parents fought inside. It wasn't really a fight since it was always one sided.

I could see my father abusing my mother from the crack between the slightly open doors.

He lashes out on her when things don't go his way.

I stand in my place and keep staring, the light from the room shines on my eyes.

"You disloyal bitch!!" He hits her.

I stand there staring for a while. Am I supposed to do something? What can I do?

Nothing really works, ever.

"Dad" I whisper.

He pauses, then they both shoot their heads in my direction.

I wake up with a gasp.

A dream...

I sit up and realize I was sleeping on the sofa, lazily I slump against the back and glanced at the wall clock.

I straighten up and look at the clock wide eyes.

It's already 10 am?

Did I actually sleep that long? How? I recall what had happened the previous night.

Right. But, where is she?