Three snippets joined together, especially for Mike, Anne, Terry, Terry and Izzy. Hopefully this fits all your requests and you all like his name.
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Those last few sounds will be etched on my brain forever;
The sound of a hefty slap was followed by a solid sounding thump which made the picture frame on my side of the wall move.
"BASTARD WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS HIT ME WHEN YOUR DRUNK!"
"I'M NOT DRUNK YOU FAT COW!"
"DON'T YOU CALL ME A FAT COW!"
Another slap, "FUCKING SHIT ARSED DRUNK BASTARD!"
"FUCK OFF!"
"FAT COW!"
Another slap and solid thump.
-A door slammed with such force that I heard something fall.
-The front door slammed with just as much force and glass broke.
-The lime green Subaru Impreza roared into life, going from cold to full revs in a split second.
-Drive gravel was violently thrown up against the house, peppering the plastic facia and a window, shattering three of its four double glazed units.
-A metallic scrunch.
-Tyres squealed when they got to the pavement.
-The squealing continued for at least fifteen seconds until the car was out of earshot.
-Silence...
Dad had a company ford focus, Mum had the Scooby Do and I concluded Mum had left the building.
Their rows had been going on for some time and it wasn't uncommon that one left to cool off; this fight had lasted twenty minutes and was the worst one I'd heard. It'd gone eerily quiet.
There was silence so I thought I'd better check on Dad as he normally kept on shouting and moaning after she'd left.
I carefully opened my bedroom door a little and peered out, I could see my parent's door was closed so I opened my door wider and saw their door's heavy metal handle was missing and the wooden door was damaged where the handle had been ripped off, it was lying on the floor.
Cautiously I walked over to their door and gently tapped; "Are you OK?"
"FUCK OFF YOU SHIT HEAD!"
I hadn't expected to hear Mum's voice. "Mum it's Matti, Dads gone, are you OK? I waited, "Mum are you OK?
"No." I heard some movement and she tried the door, "No I'm not ok this time, get this door open for me."
"Hold on a minute." I got the door handle and realised the square bar was missing, I couldn't see it anywhere, "Hold on Mum, I need to find something to open the door." I got a handful of cutlery from the kitchen and jammed several bits in the square hole before I could turn the catch.
Mum almost fell into my arms as soon as the door was open enough. I instantly grabbed my phone and dialled 999 for an ambulance as the side of one leg was ripped open and her arm was broken with the bone sticking out through the flesh. We were blue lighted to the hospital and within thirty minutes Mum was in theatre having the damage repaired. The police were there before she came round and I gave them a statement.
After the operation, I was holding Mums hand when she came round. My first words to her were; "You know you're not fat Mum, don't you."
"Yeah, I know." She drifted off to sleep and I was advised she was likely to sleep for hours.
Two hours after he stormed out Dad crashed the Scooby 260 miles away, he was seriously injured, fortunately the two passengers in the other vehicle came out of it with fairly minor broken bones, cuts and bruises. The police put together a string of driving offences but it never got to court as Dad died in hospital six weeks later.
As I was fourteen I stayed with my friend, Jack, for a couple of weeks then moved in with my Aunty, as did Mum when she came out of hospital and I felt I grew up bloody quickly. Mums injuries took a while to heal but heal they did and Mum seemed to be happier than before. She started wearing nicer clothes, some of which were much shorter or sexier than before and I became proud of her when my school friends started making positive comments.
Moving on four years I was making a cup of tea while Mum was finishing dessert; "What was that Mum?" I called from the kitchen.
"Nothing, it wasn't me. I've put the telly news on."
"Yeah I know, but I didn't hear it properly. Did they say Jessica Henry?"
