I am sitting in the car. my little sister in the backseat. it is christmas.

i am crying. she is crying. i am crying.

ill call my big brother when it gets bad.

"did you just hit me?

don't you ever hit your father."

ill call my brother when it gets bad.

beaten black and blue with bloody noses

ill call my big brother when it gets bad.

i must be crying.

shaking, from the cold.

the garage is wide open.

ill call my big brother when it gets bad.