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"Isabella, what's wrong?" Mr. Landers asked. He looked at me quizzically in search of an answer.
"My mom needs help," I said. I was so completely out of breath that I was surprised that I sounded coherent enough to get my words out correctly.
"Isn't your dad home sweetie?" Mr. Landers asked. It was obvious that he didn't know what went on in my home. Not all of it anyway.
"He's beating her," I replied. Mr. Landers looked at me with shock.
"Come with me," he said. He grabbed my hand and lead me into the living room but stopped at the bottom of the stairs and called up to this wife.
"Camille, I need you please," he said. She immediately appeared at that top of the stairs and gasped when she spotted me.
"What going on?" she asked.
"There's a situation. I need you to stay with Isabella. It's her mother," he explained.
After that night, I don't really know exactly what went on at my house. Mr. Landers had called the police and insisted that I stay at his house until I was given the clear to go home.
Also, that night, was the last night I saw my father alive.