"You won't touch him, you drunk bastard!"her voice a fierce, trembling roar as she hurled herself against his father. She fought with everything she had, clawing, scratching, and shoving. But he was bigger, stronger, and meaner. It didn't take long before he overpowered her, grabbing her wrists in one massive hand and throwing her aside as if she weighed nothing.
"He's my son. I'll do as I damn well please!" he spat
Lucius stood frozen in the corner, watching with wide eyes as his mother hit the ground hard, clutching her side and crying out in pain.
Why are they fighting this time? he wondered, his small hands trembling. He didn't have the courage to step forward yet, his feet rooted to the dirt floor of their home. He watched his mother, her face streaked with tears, clutching the hand of his younger brother who looked just as frightened.
Lucius took a tentative step toward her.