Never healed

• Nicole Knapp, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2004

ever since i was old enough to understand, i was scared.
when you first hurt mum, my respect for you teared
as the first fist flew past her face, i was shocked.
the tears ran down my face and never stopped
This became constant, but got worse every night
for me and my siblings it was a horrible sight
i felt helpless, as i was so little and afraid
my love for my father will always fade
as my dad you should be a big part of me
but i dont want that as the memories will never leave, in my mind they will forever be.
years have gone past now, and i wonder if it was real
ive now come to realise that those nights have never healed