"It was hard to think or breathe.
Rain pattered hard against the thin layer of glass. I looked at my mother, her eyes fixed, staring intently on the thick stretch of road ahead of us. The blood in my head pounded, as I wiped a stinging tear from my cheek.
It was hard to accept all that had happened. Dad whacking mum to the floor harshly, throwing every punch and kick at her, spitting out every swearword imaginable. My father was sick. Even now the bruises on her face stood out, the dirty t-shirt that I bought her for Christmas stained with blood.
But somehow I was angry at her for leaving him. My Dad could make you feel like the luckiest person in the world, but then again, he could also smash your face in.
I turned around in my car seat to check on my sisters. Fast asleep, not knowing where they were going, totally and blissfully oblivious.
I lay back in my seat and looked in the wind mirror. My cheeks were bright red, burning. My eyes were filled with rage and despair. I loved my dad. My horrible, heartbreaking dad.
What to do now" Any suggestions?
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i would call a lawyer and tell them what happened or call the cops. sue his ass 
