“Father”?

I coughed out crimson as I waited for his rain of fists to stop falling on me. The sound of the rain hitting the top of our roof resonated along with my mother's screams. I closed my eyes in order to avoid looking at the crazed expression which my father held. 

I felt tears escape the corners of my eyes as I desperately tried to cover my head in order to not get my skull crushed. His panting and string of curses filled my red ears. 

the only thought that filled my mind in the midst of this was, 

"When is this all going to end?"

Despite asking myself this question a certain part of me knew that it probably wasn't going to anytime soon.