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Kayla Jayden Philips

I listened crying silently as my father beat my mother with much force,i listened as she sobbed and begged over and over for him to stop,i listened as he kicked and punched her one more good time and she finally stopped crying,sobbing, begging,screaming and maybe even breathing,and he stopped beating her and soon I heard his heavy footsteps walk out and slam their bedroom door and jog down the steps and walked out the front door and soon I heard his car start up and drive away into the chilly,freezing October night.

I laid in bed wide,teary eyed starring up at the ceiling praying to god my mother was still alive she didn't deserve this lifestyle,and my fathers abuse,my mother was a beautiful,loyal,loving woman that wouldn't even hurt so much as a fly let along a human being she never fought back that was the one and only thing I despised her for u would think 17 years of living with my father and the abuse would wake her up and make her realize that she deserves so much more.

Now don't get me wrong I will always be a daddy's little girl because he never would treat my mother like this in front of me,he had much more respect than that,he was always a loving man and a family man,actually if u were to just meet him and not know what he dose at night you would never think not once that he would beat on my mother.

After a while of silence and a few tears later I finally got up I had to make this quick I didn't want to get caught by my father ,I pulled back the covers and hoped out of bed and walked out of my room and 2 doors down to my parents room,ikr they are 2 doors down and I can still hear EVERYTHING.

I pushed open the big brown,freshly polished oak tree doors to reveal my parents once beautiful tidy,colorful, room now in a mess it looked like a hurricane happened in here ,the big wall to floor glass window was now cracked and had blood every now and then,the sheets were ripped and tossed everywhere,the pillows were ripped open and feathers were everywhere,the once beautiful cherrywood canopy bed Frame that I once swung from as a child was now cracked and broken with bloody handprints smudged everywhere,the carpet had feathers,sheets,blood,and anything else you could imagine on it,the once gorgeous crystal and diamond chandelier was now flickering and some crystals where gone and it looked as if it were about to fall.

I turned my hand and saw my mothers once beautifully set up make up station now in ruins,eyeshadow,blush,mascara,lipstick,nail polish,brushes,irons,and eyeliner was now either smudged,cracked,thrown or smeared, i could feel my mouth hang open as I started in horror it looked like a scene from a horror film then I looked right before me at a lifeless body turned away from me I walked over towards it slowly tripping on my own 2 feet as I got closer and dropped to my knees my face saddened as I pushed the body's shoulder towards me and it turned over revealing the face of a barely recognizeable woman

With my mouth still open I started in horror at her and saw bruises that were already turning odd colors like blue,purple and black,I saw scratches that bled out blood as fast as my heart was beating,I saw cuts that were as deep as my pinky and oozing out a deep dark red color,the 'lady' had two black eyes(A/N:Lls sorry couldn't help myself),a busted lip,bloody nose,and bluish,blackish marks everywhere.

I Felt salty drops in my mouth as I realized that this 'lady' that looked to be ever so tortured was my loving,caring mother I notice wet rain drops falling on her face,they were tears I wiped my face with the back of my had but the tears just keep streaming down my face as I sobbed into her neck

Why?!

Why was all that I could ask

Why would something so ugly and so cruel be done to such a sweet caring lady?