"You've been f*****g some guy while I've been gone, haven't you?!" He shouted making me shake as I eyed the door.
Dad came home an hour ago, I was dragged by my hair and thrown into the room.
"Stop!" Mom yelled and I slammed a hand on the door shoving my shoulder into it trying to get out of the room.
He was grunting and I knew by the disgust I felt in my stomach and the painful cry in her tone, he was forcing himself on her.
Twenty minutes later, she was sniffling and the wooden chair locking my room in was pulled out. She opened the door and walked in shutting the door and locking it.
I walked her to my bed and laid with her listening to him shout for her to get back to him.
He banged on my door for a while and I ignored him, eventually he got tired and went off to his bedroom slam
