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I was half asleep in the silent house. In my sleep I could feel the tension and fear falling from the white walls of my room. I was awaken to the sound of people yelling downstairs and you could hear their voices becoming hoarse. Only minutes had went by but it felt like hours of torture as their voices continued to rise. I knew what was going on because just like all the nights before daddy came home drunk. But tonight was worse than any other night because his speech was so slurred you could barely understand what he was saying. I went quickly and quietly to my small hiding place my mommy told me to go to when daddy came home like this. As I was hiding in the toy chest stored in the back of my closet I had to go to the bathroom. I knew I could not get out or daddy would beat me until I bled as he often did mommy. As those thoughts ran through my mind I could hear the hushed begging falling slowly from my mommy's lip. I was scared for her because once she started begging I knew the beating would soon follow. Her voice slowly filled with anguish and pain that echoed throughout the room. I could imagine the tears crawling down my mommy's face, mirroring my own. I covered my ears in fright. I was trying to block out her screams, her fear, and the sound of blows being landed across her face one after the other. I could not hold the pee that had been slowly building inside me. So I peed onto my clothes. Then I recognized something different about tonight. Tonight my mommy went into hysterics and she was usually silent after the brutal beatings she receives. Then there were two ear splitting gun shots from downstairs and then silence. I thought my fate would soon be the same as mommy's but I heard the loud bang of the door. I was alone and I knew daddy was never coming back for me. I did not want him to.
I was frozen with fear from head to toe and I could not move from my toy chest. Thoughts are racing through my mind at the speed of a rocket. I finally had enough courage to get out of the toy chest. I walked out to the dark hallway and begin to walk toward the stairs. I was so scared to walk down the stairs and face to face the dead body of my mommy down there. I could barely see the railing of the stairs. So I felt my along the rail and headed down the stairs. As I took each step it became difficult not to turn around and go back to the safety of my toy chest. But I got to the bottom and I turned on the living room light. I paused there for a second because I did not want to see what was behind me.
So I turned around because something inside me told me I had to look. But I was not expecting what was behind. Laying there in a pool of blood and with to gun shot wounds to the head was my daddy. He was lying there beside our coffee table. I tried to scream but my throat was just to dry. Many different feeling ran through my head, joy because daddy would never hurt me again. Sadness because even though I hated him he was still my father. The feeling the had me confused and crying was anger because mommy was the one who left me not daddy. I thought mommy loved me but I knew she would never come back. Right then I could think of nothing else except the hate I was feeling toward my mommy.
@ Talgal: Thank u and its just a story.

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The story itself is good, just work on your grammar and you'll be fine. Some criticism but I'll be constructive. It should be either "I woke to the sound" or "I was awakened." Also, is she half asleep or asleep? I don't know what this means "fear falling from the white walls of my room." Daddy and Mommy should be capitalized. This is wonky 'hushed begging falling slowly from my mommy's lip.' It just seems like you're trying too hard there.

It would be two gun shot wounds, not to. If she's turning on the living room light and Daddy's dead by the coffee table, why is she looking behind her? Feeling needs an s - feelings. The ending needs a little work. Why did Mommy leave without taking her daughter with her? You could just add some details there and you'll be fine.

All in all a good read. Keep working on it!