What started out as an argument, quickly turned into a fight as their voices grew louder and louder.
I hear them screaming and shouting.
My stomach begins to sicken, twist and turn.
My heart beats at a vigorous pace.
My blood pressure rises higher and higher.
My palms begin to sweat.
The tears pour down my frightened face.
Thoughts of confusion and frustration wonder loosely in my mind.
I can feel the loneliness of the dark, cold closet where I am hiding.
Their words against each other go through me, chillingly piercing my heart and soul.
“You’re an unfit mother and a slut!” he shouts at her.
As I come out of hiding, I look to see what is going on.
I can see them, but they cannot see me.
Being extremely enraged, she punches him in his arm, knocking him off his seat.
The crash of the falling chair echoes among the walls.
She lies on the floor face down, holding her wrist which pains horrendously.
I see him give her a quick kick to the ribs.
Little did he know I was there watching, watching every move he made.
He looks up, he sees me.
He knows what I had seen.
He howlers, “Remember I never touched your mother!”
I stood there feeling shocked.
How could he lie straight to my face when he knew I had seen everything?
“Liar! Liar!” I yelled at him in rage and fury as I ran to my room.
He picks up the phone to call the police.
We wait for them to come.
During that time, silence crept up on the apartment like a predator would upon it’s prey.
I think…….am I liable for this situation?
Within fifteen minutes the police arrive.
So many questions they ask me to answer.
I try to stop the flow of tears and tell them what they want to know.
Then, they escort me to my neighbor’s house where I am to stay the night.
No sleep did I get that March night knowing the divorce was final.
