Garage Boy

Let me tell you something: Being the hero all the time SUCKS. The only person your family can rely on is you, causing you to worry whenever you're not home.

Most men that hit their wives are drunks. They hit them when they're drunk. Well, my daddy is a sober son of a bitch, which is honestly a lot harder to accept. There is nothing to blame his stupidity on. He makes the victim feel like something is wrong with them. It's obnoxious. It's ridiculous. And frankly, I'm really fucking sick of it. I am sick of having to stand up to that bastard. I won't even get to go to college because I won't be home to defend my mom. The first time it happened... Was horrible.

I heard screaming from my room and immediately ran down the stairs. It took me a minute to figure out what was going on. My mom was on the floor sobbing, her hands up, her nose bleeding. My dad was above her yelling at her. He hit her again and I screamed. He turned to me, expression softening.
"Alex, honey, go back to bed," he said.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaky.
"Your mom and I were just talking."
"So you hit her?"
"No.. She fell."
"I.. I saw you hit her Daddy.."
"Go. Back. To Bed." I ran down the rest of the stairs and lunged at him, full of adrenaline. And I punched him. My mother sat there stunned, hands covered in blood. I continued to hit him until he passed out. And it ruined me.
But I got used to it. After all, I do it on a nightly basis.

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