Childhood Memories.

This is my own memory. The first time my parents fought to the point of breaking things. The first time I realized that I had a sheltered life. The first time the real world came to life for me.

The little girl cowered in a corner as her father stormed past and slammed his fist onto the counter top in the kitchen,"What the hell! You know nothing about this family!"
"What're you talking about? I have been keeping this family together and alive for years," her mother hollered back as the little girl began to cry, moving from her corner of protection to the other room, finding shelter under a desk. Her puppy joined her and hid in the little girls protecting arms.
"I have been holding this family together! You have never been around!"
"Hahahahahahha! All you do is sit on your ass and drink all day! You can't even hold a job!"
The little girl retreats further underneath the table as both adults move into the room, continuing to fight. Her father pounds her first onto the table, making a splintering crack. The little girl continues to protect her puppy and cries silently. Both adults move out of the room, following one another until they end up upstairs. The little girl continues to hear them as she crawls from underneath the table, kisses her puppy and places it in the dog crate. She stares at her school bag and looks at the clock, thinking. She looks out the window and sees her bus buddy outside waiting, seeing her, he waves. She grabs her bag and rushes out the door, continuing to cry.