I remember accidentally slamming the car door too hard. You came running, Opening the door and towering Over me, Your fist raised high. I thought you were going to hit me, But instead you punched the seat next to my head instead. I thought I was safe. I shouldn’t have. You slapped my cheek, Warning me never to do it again. My breathless sobs echoed in my room that day. I remember You grabbing my brother by the neck. Throwing him into the room next door. Against the wall he slumped. You towered over him Your fist raised high. You slammed the door behind you. I only heard my brother’s pleads for him to stop. I thought you were going to kill him. Both of our breathless sobs echoed in those rooms that day. I remember You locking your fingers around my Five year old brother’s jacket hood. Pulling it tight and choking him. You lifted him into the air. I thought you were going to drop him And watch him break. But instead you threw him onto the couch. All of our breathless sobs echoed in that house that day. I remember My mom trying to stop it. She screamed and cried for him to stop it. When she did that he started throwing things. A remote. A lego building. A toy truck. That you truck hit my mom in the forehead. No breathless sobs echoed in the kitchen that day. My brothers and I were to stunned to speak, Staring at the splatters of blood on the kitchen tile. I remember You being a good father. But only after I dig through the layers of pain, Blood, and breathless sobs. I remember you loving me. But only after I remember the hate in your eyes. I remember a lot of things that no one will know. I remember thousands of times like these, But no one else does. I’m not crazy. But you still deny it. My memories are gone and changed. Warped but I saw it with my own two eyes. I felt it on my own skin. I covered up the bruises with makeup. And I know I’m not crazy. Memories may morph with time, But these never will. Because I know what happened. And I will always Remember.