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
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 out.
“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 burned.
“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
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 had ended.
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