I hate my father

Dad was pushing mom around again. Lizzie had gone into her bedroom and slammed the door shut hard. I heard her crying and them screaming from my room and went downstairs to see what was going on. I arrived just in time to see him slam my mom into the refrigerator. She was very pregnant, and trying to shield her bulging belly with her hands.

I decided it was time to take a stand and yelled for him to stop. He swirled around and glared at me, then told me to get out. Then he started to go after her again, and I grabbed his arm. I whipped him around with all the strength I had and told him to leave her along. His eyes flashed angrily at me, then he punched me hard in the mouth. I spat blood at his feet and ran out the door, praying my mother and sister would be okay without me.