Trace
“You’re worthless!” my father screams at my mother as he approaches her. His eyes bulge, and his chest heaves with rage. Mom clings to my hand and slowly backs away, “Please, Beu, you’re scaring Trace,” my mom pleads, her sweet voice strained as she tries to defuse the situation.
“Shut up, w***e! You don’t tell me what to do in my own f*****g house!” he growls.
Before my mom can say another word, my father takes out a knife and stabs her in the stomach. My mother reels with shock, her eyes bulging as she clutches her bleeding wound.
“Mommy!” I cry out, reaching for my mom. But dad is not done when he strikes again and again until my mother lies broken and bleeding on the ground.
Kneeling next to her, I shake her shoulder and call out for her to wake up, but my cries tur
