Before I could even press "call", he jumped at me out of nowhere, he threw the phone, and grabbed me by my hair. He told me that if I ever told anyone what had happened, he`d kill me. I never told, never even attempted to, after that day. Then, one day, when my mother was really getting beat, I told myself that I needed to save her. I ran as fast as I could to my neighbor`s house, I told them to hurry up and call the police, I told them that mommy was getting hurt real bad, I kept yelling hurry up, before it`s too late. Finally, police cars pulled up. I watched them burst into the house, and a few minutes later, they came out, with my father in handcuffs. My mother was sitting inside an ambulance, getting her cuts cleaned up. I`ll never forget that day. The fact that that monster is my father, nauseates me.
I peaked just around the edge of the wall, finding myself looking at my father, who`s staring straight back at me. I shudder.
"Sage!" My mother yelled. She was signaling me to go to my room, but all I could do is stand there.
"I don`t remember asking you to speak," my father said, harshly.
"That`s because I don`t need your permission, now get out of my house." She snapped back. He just stood there, and to my surprise, laughed. He began to walk out of the door, but quickly spun around and grabbed her throat. Gasping, she tries to fight back, and I begin to charge at him. He released her, and pushed me into the wall.
"I`ll be back," he said, snickering. "I`ll be back." He repeated once more, before walking out, slamming the door behind him.