Life in my shoes - pt 3

With the ongoing mental torture of seeing my Mother being beaten so badly and having to cope alone, I was quiet and withdrawn at school and had no real friends to confide in. I never once asked Her as to why She allowed this vile,alcoholic,disgrace of a man to continue to reside with us, as a child, I didn't think you were allowed to question an adult! I eventually became numb to their constant fighting, and instead of going to see if I could get help, I would just stay in my room and wait for the noise to subside.
The police still came out every now and then,but they were reluctant to intervene in domestic disputes, my neighbor, who on occasion had taken me into her home whilst my mother was being treated for her injuries, had had enough of living next door to so much trouble and eventually moved.
I felt insignificant in anyone's life, even my biological father only bothered to see me on a weekend every other month or so as he lived in another town whilst studying for his degree at uni.
I suppose I should have said something to him, but I didn't think it was my place to and also because for a short while I was out of there,away from the arguments,violence and accusations.
This was my life until I was eight years old, keeping out of the way, trying not to anger Him and still wanting to be part of a normal family where affection and love would be given to me instead of worry and embarrassment.