Something strange is happening in our home. During the day everything is normal. Mom and Dad talk to each other, even laugh. Sometimes they argue, though. But, during the night, that is when those strange things happen.
I am afraid that Dad hates Mom, that he wants to kill her. He is trying, for sure. Sometimes, I wake up and hear Mom like breathe heavily, even like scream a bit. I can hear it in my room I am not dreaming. It happened more than once, you know. Believe me. There is like some commotion going on there. They whisper, then she comes out and goes to the bathroom. Later, he goes too. I am sure he beats her and she has to wash the blood from her face and body. They don't want me to know. My mother always hides things that could upset me, I know. But I am not a child anymore. I know. It is exactly like in the movies that I watch late Friday nights. That's why Dad doesn't want me to watch late movies anymore. He knows I will learn too much from them. But I already know.
I'm going to help my Mom. I'm going to save her. I'll kill Dad if he hurts her. I hate to see when they kiss before he goes to his office, like nothing is happening in the night. But I'm not a dummy and I'm watching close. Maybe she has to pretend everything is OK if she is planning to escape. I will help her and go with her. We don't need him anyway. He wouldn't buy me a new bike. He hates me because I am a man. I can already fish better than him. I could drive his new car if he would let me.
One of these days I'm going to take Mom away. Just watch me!