I woke up with a start to the sound
of glass breaking. My heart pounding, I checked the time.
11:45pm. I could hear voices shouting. What was going on? I
pulled on my blue dressing-gown and tip-toed towards the kitchen.
The voices were getting louder and more glass was shattering. I
recognized the louder, male voice. My uncle.
When I came to a stop a few steps
out of the kitchen, I could see him. He was yelling, throwing
things at my mother. His face was red with anger and I was
frozen; afraid. Mum looked equally as frightened. Her usually
gorgeous face was streaming with a mix of blood and tears. She
was trying to shout out for him to stop, but all that came out
was a whisper.
What was he yelling about? Why was
he so angry? What was he even doing here? He picked up a vase and
threw it, narrowly missing mum's head. I gasped, then clapped my
hand over my mouth. It was too late, he heard me. He turned in my
direction and threw a plate. Mum gasped in fear.
Again my heart was pounding. I ran
towards Mum and hid behind the table. My uncle's ranting wasn't
making any sense and anything I could understand was drowned out
by the shattering of glass.
He continued throwing things at Mum
and I in turn. Before long my pale skin was covered in a range of
cuts and bruises. Every time I tried to speak, no noise came
"Hannah!" Mum called, as a plate
crashed into my leg.
"Run and call for help!"
The shock of the plate crashing
into my leg delayed me for only a few seconds; yet it was enough
for him to grab me. He gripped my wrists so tight that it
"Both of you, shut up!" he roared,
as he threw me against the wall.
My head was booming, dizziness came
over me and nausea took hold of my stomach. Where was the man I
respected so much? The man who had played dolls with me, and read
me stories. Would he keep this up until we were both dead? That
nearly made me cry, but no tears would come.
Mum, now pale and weary, as slumped
against the wall; looking as though the fight had escaped. He
discovered and set of plates, and was distracted; so I made a
break for it. I moved out of the kitchen.
I reached the doorway and ran as
fast as I could. I grabbed the phone, and with shaking hands
called the police.
It felt like hours, but minutes
later the sirens were approaching. The police stormed in and
seized my uncle. Mum was shaking with fear, and was guided to the
ambulance. For the first time that night, the tears fell. I'd
been betrayed by one of my closest friends. Shaking, I fell to
the ground; overcome by emotion. It was over, our night of horror