Soft spoken memories.

He came in barging through the door. He didn't say one word but I knew something was wrong because his eyes looked like he had the devil in him. Plates dropping and smashing, yelling and screaming. I walk to the kitchen and see my mother there in my fathers arm, the knife would of cut her if she kept squirming. He told her to be quiet and demanded for me to go to my room. But I couldn't, I stood there. My shirt was soaking wet because my tears droped so frequently. I didn't know what to do. I never witnessed my mommy so terrified in my life. I couldn't believe how such a dramatic thing could be happening, I only seen this in movies. When I got to my room I fell to the ground, held my head between my legs and balled my eyes out. This was the day when I realized life wouldn't be the same.