Seven Years Ago...

Owen
I hear him start yelling and Im up from the couch in an
instant. My heart pounds in my chest and my
breathing quickens. Where is he? What did I do? Is he
coming for me?
If you cared one goddamned bit about this family like I
do, youd be...
Hes yelling at Mom. I can hear his drunken words
slurring together as he screams at her. I dont
even wonder what theyre fighting about anymore; its
been like this for as long as I can remember.
As I got older, I began to understand the truth. It isnt
about anything.
The fight is so one-sided that its not even a fight
anymore. My father is being what he always is:
a drunken, violent asshole.
A glass shatters against the floor in the kitchen, and I
instinctively raise my han