I hated when my parents yelled. I used to try to cover my ears under my covers but I could still hear the yelling. I ran out my bedroom door one night to try and tell them to stop-and then I saw it. I saw through it through the little crack in their bedroom door. I saw her crying, begging for him to calm down, asking him to please stop. Then I saw him, towering over her with a look that caused me to be scared even from my vantage point....and then it happened. His arm swung back, almost in slow motion and then he hit her. I could hear his fist hit her face as her head reeled back. I wanted to throw up as I stood there watching my mom silently cry.