Hally757 1.16

but this time she didn’t get up I ran to stop him each step harder than the last. “You leave her alone you mean old monster!” it seemed like that was the only thing I could say, but still I spat out words arms folded. The look on my face was worse than his. I didn’t like him and I wanted him to know it, so I did what the bad kids do on T.V. to their parents. I dragged my leg back and kicked him-hard. He was more surprised then angry at this little 3-year old trying to stop him. For the moment he was sidetracked and let go of Mom’s arm turned around and with one blow knocked me down against the wall.
I slid down with a crash. Mom just walked up to him smacked him and said” You little creep! Don’t you ever put your filthy hands on my daughters- Hally or Holly again!” She practically screamed out the words. The anger flashed in her eyes. Dad just ignored her and which immediately triggered Mom into arguing. When they were still together if they were angry they just yelled anything that came off the top of their heads until someone ran out words. Mom always won because while it was Dad’s turn to argue she was already thinking of something to say back. She was always clever and
witty with her words and when she got him to eating his words he had to give up, stalking away red faced. Then we would silently give each other high fives, smile and go out to buy ice cream to celebrate. When we got back dad would be fixing the car or inside watching T.V. or something like that, and my favorite- reading the newspaper because he would be forced to put it down and look at us, watching from a distance. “Where have you two been all day?” he asked his voice edgy, but we just looked at each other and smiled mom always came back with grocery bags so he would think we went to buy food. But dad knew he just didn’t want to admit it. Mom started to go in the house and I followed and I sneaked a look back at Dad smiling, the melted ice cream dribbling down my chin.
A sudden shout brought me back to earth. Mom and Dad were Still arguing and quarrelling like old ladies. Mom pointed her finger in Dad’s chest pushing him back a little, her mouth running. Then what seemed like about a month later Dad started talking about her parents which got them arguing about mother- and -father –in- law’s. Dad never liked mom’s parents. Slowly with my thumb in my mouth my eyelids started drooping. I had given up trying to help