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Physical Abuse, Emotional Cruelty and My Parents


            If someone loves you, they won't hit you. Can you imagine watching your own father beat your mother until she was uncontentious? Or can you imagine your mom begging for her life, while being held down to the ground? Picture the paramedics carrying your mom on a stretcher, and the police putting your dad in the back of a police car. Seeing these things happen is unbearable. This isn't love, you don't do these things to someone you love. .
             I would never forget the first time I heard my mother shouting STOP, STOP, please don't do this. It was a Sunday evening. Her and my dad were arguing and fighting. I walked down the hall to their room, the door was closed, and I was scared to interfere. But I couldn't take the pain of hearing my mom scream, and yell for her life. I opened the door, and all I saw was my dad on top on my mom choking her. I screamed, and ran trying to pull him off of her. She screamed, "Call the police please Kenya! He pushed me out the room into the hall, yelling "Go in your room."" I refused to leave the room, I started to fight for her. He grabbed me by my shirt, and started beating my head against the wall. I closed my eyes wondering why he's doing this to us, what did she do to deserve this. .
             He threw me into the hall, I got up dizzy running to get my sister. We ran outside to the neighbor's house to call the police. The police came, as I told one police what happened the others ran in the house to help my mom. The paramedics rushed into the house, I thought to myself did he kill her, is she still alive. All I seen was them carrying her out on the stretcher, she was unconscious as they rushed her to the emergency room. Behind the paramedics, the police carried my dad out in handcuffs taking him to the parish jail. My sister and I waited for my grandma to come get us, so we can go to the hospital. We made it to the hospital, no one would tell us anything. As we waited in the waiting room tears kept falling from my eyes, all I can say is I hope she's ok, please let her be alive.


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