Upon this sight I broke down and cried. She rushed at me and embraced me mumbling something about how she was sorry for what she had said. I cant believe what I was about to do. I am supposed to be the parent. Uncontrollably crying i looked up to see my other children staring at me. At that moment my cheating, lying, bastard of husband stumbled through the door drunk and yelling for me. I try and shelter my children from this homewrecker. I shout at him to get his ass out of my house.
Just leave me and the children alone!
Completely enraged he throws a fist at me and sents me flying across the room. My purse is thrown from me and the gun slides across the floor. My youngest screams and rushes toward me only to be beaten down with a swift kick from his loving father. My thirteen year old rushes towards the gun picks it up and shout at the top of her beautiful lungs to get the Fuck out or she will shoot him. The cop that had saved me once rushed through the door his eyes glowing with fierce rage.