Prologue
I woke up to the sound of shouting what else is new. Looks like my hateful father is home. (Damn) I got dress and walked up the stairs. I heard a few things brake, again. I saw a man pinning down a women who looks like me. Her brown hair was messed up holding up a broken wine bottle.
"Back off, Dave!" she shouted.
"Why?" he asked smiling. Oh, hell no I have to stop him.
"Stop dad!" I shouted grabbing a kitchen knife.
"Rachel!" he shouted running at me. I slit his lip and he slit mine. I didn't mind the pain. In fact it drove me to fight him off. He realized that I was going to win so he left. The blood was still running down my lip so I grabbed a paper towel to clean it up.
"Thank you Rachel," my mom uttered just before she passed out.
