Deception

I remember how we use to celebrate birthdays. And I know Dads was coming up in two days, so I planned on baking him a birthday cake. The house was a little calmer and even mom was acting decent for the past two days. I woke up that Friday morning and went straight to tell daddy happy birthday, but he was already gone to work. I got dressed for school and took Derek next door to Mrs. Williams. She watches Derek for us during the week. She's been here since the start of the hell mom keeps putting us all through. I got on the bus and had a smile cheek to cheek because I just felt like today was the start of a new cycle. Mom was acting better, Dad was turning 45, Derek finally able to walk. I remember coming home to disaster. My father screaming his head off at her in bed with his best friend. His best friend Alex, who was my godparent. He screamed and screamed. She said nothing. She did nothing. My father and Alex started fighting. I was standing in the doorway watching my father beat his face into the floor. the red in his eyes. All I could hear was Derek piercing crying. I quickly ran to Derek's room to comfort him. We sat in his bed just listening to all the banging and racket. Then, a few minutes later, everything just went silent. No screaming, no banging, no anything. Alex runs down the stairs and out the front door cursing up a storm. After a few seconds of complete silence, all I hear is my mom laughing. I missed her laugh so much I enjoyed the sound. I had a chill of worry go down my spine. I run to my parents doorway scared of what I was about to see. My father laying on the floor bloody but conscious.