He wasn't so upbeat and friendly. She was so secretive about everything we did outside of the house. Like he told my dad he would take us to school and we would go to the park and run free. Then one day we were walking home from school. As soon as we entered he threw her to the floor and things got worse from there. Unbeknownst to my brother and me, my grandmother had been forced to keep this horrible farce together. This had been happening for years, but I guess it was easier for him to bang in front of us than for our grandmother. It was a daily thing. It was our routine; Get up, go to school, come home, do homework, mom and dad argue, go to bed. Wake up and repeat. May 24, 2007 last day of school. It was a normal day for our family, mom made us get up and get ready for school. Later that day, after school, we had dinner and went to bed as usual. I went to sleep not knowing that in less than an hour I would be running for my life.