Life in my shoes - pt 2

I guess the neighbors must have heard the racket because before I could do anything my uncle, my Mother's brother,came and dragged the man who had been beating her from off her and swiftly thumped him in the ribs. I was scared and worried that my mother was going to die there and then on our kitchen floor.
I wish I could say that this was the worse experience that I had to endure as a child but this was just the beginning, my Mother went on to marry this man and the one off event quickly became weekly beatings.
Many of these altercations were the result of alcohol induced arguments,usually at weekends, and would only be stopped by the police arriving ( my family quickly realized that my Mother would only allow him back in the house even if they did help and so decided to keep out of her business).
This left me alone, at 6 years old, to deal with them both, needless to say I was required to run to the local telephone box, sometimes in the early hours, to dial 999.
On many occasions I just sat on the curb and waited for the squad cars to arrive,at least outside,despite the darkness and cold, I was safe from the horror show that was unfolding in my home.

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