Will's POV
Daddy was coming home, I didn't like it when daddy came home. He was always angry when he came home.
Daddy scared me.
"Mommy, why is daddy so angry all the time? Does he hate us?"
"No darling. It's just that daddy is sad and sadness does that to people sometimes, it makes them forget who they once were." My mother answered gently.
I didn't want daddy to be sad. I wanted him to be happy, I wanted him to love me and mommy.
I heard a car pull up in the driveway. It was daddy.
"Go upstairs to your room and don't come down. Okay Will?" Mommy told me as she gently pushed me towards the stairs. She sounded calm but I knew she was as scared as I was.
Mommy was scared just like I was.
I wanted to protect her.
I wanted to protect mommy from daddy. But I couldn't, I was too small.
I scrambled up to my room as fast as I could. I heard daddy enter the house.
There was a moment of silence before the shouting started. He was shouting at mommy, he was angry.