Every night that would happen. The same old routine and there was nothing we could do. Because Ozy was for me, he couldn't save us. And neither could my mom. She was scared at night but in the day she adored him. Her love for him blinded her to beyond sanity. Because he was different in the day, ya know? He would bring flowers for mommy and toys for me. Planting kisses on both of our heads. But that never fooled me. Because I remembered every night, every fear, every nightmare.
And then one night when I was 14 he was more drunk than usual, more scary. He barged in the house screaming something unrecognizable. He headed straight for my room, I could hear his footsteps echo through the hall and finally his raspy breaths as he fiddled with the lock. 642Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfUWozm5Y6d
I was already under my bed hugging Ozy praying to keep me safe. Then I guess my mom had finally had enough. She charged at my dad pushing them both over and into my room shattering the door. She struggled to stand up and get her footing but managed right when my dad did. 642Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9xr1ANunl6
They stood staring at each other for seemed eternity. And then I watched as the last piece of human left my dad and went sailing out the door. His eyes went wild for a second and then fixed themselves solely on my mom. The venomous fiery pumping through his veins was spilling on the carpet with every step closer. 642Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHh2PbLXA8j
And before I could move he had ended her short, tortured life faster then it took to blink. I scrambled out from under my bed and looked at him. He wasn't human, he was a real monster. One that takes without asking, hates without feeling, and kills without thinking. And that was it. 642Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGrPlciF0FU
I ran at him with the fury of 10 years of hatred. How was I supposed to know that he still held the half broken beer bottle he used to kill my mom. How was I supposed to know that i would shove his arm which clung the bottle straight to his head...how was I supposed to know that that night would be the end of so many things. 642Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR7Rz7fbOrM
Sobbing I crawled back under the bed and with every quivering breath a tear streamed down my face onto my best friends soft hair. Ozy. And in that moment I finally understood why he never left. It was because he was never the monster. It was my dad, and I would always be scared of him.
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