Mom's screams are overpowered by a deep powerful voice followed by a loud thud and then an eerie silence. I had hoped that some things would get better when we moved from the Red House into the Yellow house, but, so far, not only have they not gotten better, they seem to be worse than before. I feel a cold breeze when my covers are lifted off of me and Tracy climbs into bed with me. I only have a single bed so it is a tight fit with both of us in it, but I don't mind. He feels more protected being with me at times like this and I can use the comfort of my brother next to me. We don't say anything to each other, but we don't have to because we have been through this too many times.It is so quiet that I can hear each breath I take and my rapid heartbeat thumping in my ears. The seconds tick away as I wait to hear something, anything to tell me mom is okay. The silence is suddenly replaced by heavy footsteps from above and then loud country music. Even when I wrap my pillow around my head to block out the sounds, I can still hear the bass vibrating the floor and the familiar voice of one of Rock's favorite country singers. The night fades into my memory like the many other nights just like it. It is replaced by the newness of the morning and the hope that something will change so that mom, my brothers, and I don't have to go through another night like it again. But is it just a hope, a dream of a different life? Is there any chance that things will change or will this be my childhood with the only freedom coming when I become an adult and move away from all of this? There is only one way to find out and I will be doing it with my brothers by my side.
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