fall 2003 i am 9 years old my dad never liked my mom i new what was happening but for some reason her friends didn't care for the gash across her cheeck or the blackness of her eye she says this is normal but both of us know it's not this day was different my mom used to be able to dust herself off and keep going she was so broken down she gave up i was in my room knowing there was fight again there was a huge crash and my mom laid there on the end of the stairs my dad picked her up and threw in the back of our chevy wagon he grabbed me too we drove to the cliff edge i was confused why he kept speeding up maybe if we got help we wouldn't be dead