Dialing 911

February 17, 2012
It's three in the morning
Everyone is asleep
Or so you think
Mom comes into your room
Tears streaming down her face
You both go to the front door
You see him drunk as always
He's screaming at you to open the door
You know you can't
Last time his beating was harsh
He leaves for just a second
He comes back though
This tie something in hand
You dont't know what it is
Until it's aimed at you though the closed door
He says,
"Call the cops before I do something stupid"
Mother is bawling
She doesn't know what to do
So you decide
You love him so much
But you're tired and hurt
You pick up the phone
Changing your life forever

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