so, when i was roughly 10 years old, my half sister was 14. i was with my sister watching tv like we usually do at the end of the day waiting for our mother and her boyfriend to come home. now both of them are alcoholics, but at the time i was completely oblivious to that fact. and as soon as we hear the truck in the driveway, we look at eachother and make our way to our rooms before they reach the door. this was our weekly routine. sometimes once a week, others maybe once every few weeks, but in the end it still happened no matter what. i remember my sister telling me that she was sorry we had to live like this. but i never blamed her, i never blamed anyone…

now, we were waiting silently in our rooms, the door slams, and we both know its one of those nights again..i make my way into my sisters room and climb in bed with her cause we both know whats coming..the yelling starts, useless words to me, i try blocking them out..i see my sister begin to cry..it broke my heart. as for me, im there shaking to death out of fear. but not crying. i always felt the responsibility to comfort my older sister than to make her feel even worse by crying..awhile later im facing the other way, letting out a few silent tears so she wont see. and the fighting ends at 1 am, and were both relieved that we can escape this life with a few hours of sleep….