They scared me.
My mother screamed.
My father did as well.
There was a thump, followed by a scream from my mother.
My 7 year old self,
sitting in my room.
Curled up on my bed, head buried under my pillows.
The salty warm tears fell down my face.
I shook in my place.
"Someone help me." I would think.
Once my parents were downstairs, I would get up.
My fragile, small body, scurried to go get the phone.
Obtain it, run back to my bedroom.
Close the door quietly and dial my grandmothers number.
My mother would climb into bed with me.
"Everything is okay." She would claim.
Her tailbone bruised, her face cut and bruised as well.
She sang me my favorite song, me and her song. "You are My Sunshine."
"It won't happen again, Angelface." She would promise.
I would drift off to sleep.
Just to have it happen again, a few months later.