The Story Still Continuning. ~chapter 2

She slides down the wall, and as she does it leaves a trail of blood.  I stare at the blood and gasp.  I was a helpless six year old, watching what could possibly be the worst argument between my parents, but I'll be damned if I remember the rest of these daily beatings!

My step dad looks at me telling me they are just talking, and my mom tells me that I know EXACTLY whats going on. She is already bruised up fairly badly, in just a matter of minutes. Her cheek was swollen, and bruised, as was her right eye. 

"Morgan, you need to call the police, and go to All's, or go tell All whats going on!"

I stared watching my mom, as my dad continued to beat her. Eventually he ended up on top of her. Her lip was cut, chunks of hair were scattered here and there.

 He climbed ontop of her and shoved her face into the carpet, laying on top of her, punching, and hitting her endless times. His fists were covered in her blood, and she was screaming, trying to get him off of her so she could breathe. 

I just looked back and forth between my parents, my brother standing grim faced beside me. I didn't know what to do, and I took a step back as my dad glared at me, with hard, cold hazel eyes, filled with a fury. My mom was screaming at me to call the police, right away. I turned around and grabbed the phone, off the bar of our sink.