January 19, 2011 (Wednesday) 3:31 a.m
I woke up to them fighting once again, and now I just can’t fall back asleep. I’m laying here listening to my father's fist beat on my mother. I don’t know what to do, I want to make him stop; but I dare not get up out of my bed, I dare not let him know that I’m awake. If he knows that I’m awake, he’ll beat on me too and mommy doesn’t want that. He’s probably drunk, like he always is. We used to be a really happy family, until he lost his job. After he lost his job, he started drinking, drinking so much that even after he takes a shower he reaks of alcohol. My father scares me. I know longer look at him the same or feel the same about him. He’s a stranger to me. I hear his footsteps coming towards my room, I’m really scared. I gotta go diary, can’t let him see you.
“KWASHONNA!!” he yelled.
Kwashonna laid still faking she was asleep, just hoping he’ll go away.
“I KNOW YOU HEAR ME”, his words slurred.
Kwashonna slowly turned over.
“GET UP !” he yelled.
Kwashonna stood up, as she was getting up her mother ran into the room. “Kwan” she yelled, leave her alone she’s done nothing to you. My father turned to my mother and started beating on her again. I watched as she began to fight back, her body became helpless. I knew I had to do something, I couldn’t just let him beat on the woman that gave birth to me, what if he killed her? I can’t live without my mother. I need her more than anything in this world.
I picked up my vase from my nightstand, and I hit him with it. I hit him so hard that he spun around before his tall medium-sized body hit the floor. It wasn’t enough for me. I kicked and punched him until my body became weak. I looked at him and cried, not because of what I’ve just done, but because I know I’ve won. Then and there I was sure he’ll never lay another hand on us. I knelt down by my mothers side. I helped her to her feet, kissed her and told her everything was going to be okay. We quickly packed up clothes and other accessories. We left our apartment, never even looking back. We knew we had defeated him.