That Last Night
The screaming woke me up.
I was only 9
My brother only 5
I put on my slippers and rubbed my eyes,
The shouting going on,
Was of no surprise.

They were always like this,
Only this time was different.
Their shouts more louder,
More demeaning,
More hurtful.

I stepped out of my room,
Only to find,
My baby brother standing there,
Starting to cry.
I gave him a brief hug,
As we began to walk down the stair.

I heard my father cuss,
He mustn't have noticed us.
He stood there murmuring his insults,
With one drink in his had.
With the other,
He struck my mother.
She squealed and backed away.
I wanted to run,
But my heart told me to stay.

You see my parents were addicts don't you know.
It was easy to see,
Those things just always show.
My dad with drinking,
My mom with drugs.
You could see the vomit stains,
All across the living room rugs.

My mother yelled at him and began to cry.
I just sat there with my bro,
And took a heavy sigh.
Already used to this…
Already immune…
This was just another show tune,
A song played over and over on the radio,
One of those songs that are sssooo irritating,
Yet you know all the lyrics to.

But my mother surprised me that night,
And I'll never forget.
She fought back!
She took the broom,
And struck him over the head!
She then immediately felt sorry and ran to his side.
Which was to her mistake,
My father had never forgave.

He grabbed the broom from out of her hands!
He hit her once!
He hit her twice!
Then he began to stand.
He stood over her with hate.
Rage filled his eyes!
I'll never forget those tears that I cried.

He hit her again!
And again!
And again!
No sign of life,
No sign of pain.
There she was,
My mother beaten and sore,
And there she died on the floor.

My father then came to his senses
Shocked at what he had done,
He ran to his room and got his gun!
He placed the gun to his head!
Just the thought of it I so very dread.
He pulled the trigger,
And there he lied.
I screamed and ran down to where
My parents had died.

It was too much to understand…
Too much to intake.
I mean,
I was only 9 for God's sake!
My brother just sat next to me while we both cried.
And that was the night my parents died
 
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