The banging was deafening. I pressed my aching elbows against the living room floor to see who was shouting in familiar language I didn't understand. It was my foster brother trying to get in the house. He ran into the kitchen while me and my dad got up and paused the movie. I could sense his anger as he grabbed two knives. My dad screamed at me to go upstairs and hide in a room. The door was cold, bit I pressed my ear to it anyway. The fear I felt keep me awake as I listened to them scream. After what felt like hours later, it was silent. I heard the slam of a door as tears continued to run down my face. Thoughts of helplessness and fear ran through my mind. for the first time in a long time, I prayed. I prayed for my dad, the only one that ever loved me. All I wanted in that moment, was for my dad to be alive. This night will haunt me forever.