I was pressed against the door of my little room listening the argument unfolding on the other side.

" What do you want me to do? I'm the only one working in this house!" My mom yelled.

" Spend last time with that guy and make some more money!" My dad yelled back.

" He's my boss. If you want more god damn money, get a job and stop spending it on beer."

"Well what do you want me to do?"

"Spend time with Olivia! She needs you. You don't see the way she hides from you. You beat her and you don't even remember the next day!" I could here the tears in her voice.

"Don't talk to me like that," my dad screamed out as I heard the noise of skin slapping against skin.

" I'm done." My mom whispered. Those were the last words I heard my mom speak as the front door slammed.

I heard footsteps coming closer. I moved from the door and went to my bed, pretending to be asleep. The door opened, flooding the room with light. My dad's shadow was cast along the wall, growing bigger in till he came to kneel beside my bed. His fingers brushed my cheek, where a bruise was forming. I flinched. I heard my dad sigh and walk away closing the door.

For the rest of the night, I heard my dad drunkenly break everything in the little apartment. Around two a.m. I heard the door slam shut.

That night my dad shot my mother. She died at the hospital. He was sent to prison for life. The sad part was, he didn't remember.

This is the story of me. This event shaped my future. This made me scared of the world.

Hello readers. This is my new story, inspired by For the Love of a Daughter by Demi Lovato. This is the prologue, so it's kind of short. Oh! And Merry Christmas!