A young boy.
He crouched behind the sofa.
He knew what would happen next.
But there's nowhere to go.
He held on to the sofa as tightly as he could.
Bracing himself,he turned to look.
The last thing he saw was this man he calls Dad.
He gingerly touched his bruised face.
A tear of pain slide down his face.
He gazed at the star-lit sky and said,
"Mummy,why did you have to go..."
He limped back to his room.
Lying in bed.
"When will this ever end",he wondered.