Short story First draft.

Dad why didn't you do anything to stop mother from killing you? Why dad, why didn't you think of your only daughter? I pray everyday wishing you were still here. It was like any other day, mom came home drunk. She would scream at me for no reason, then she hits me until I can no longer stand. After a while laying on the floor she sent me to my room. I cried all night and prayed in my room wishing this was just another dream. But this wasn't like the other days, my dad came home from work and went straight to my room. He notice I was crying, we started to talk about my mother. ''you have to understand her.'' said my father. I think my father was trying to tell me my mother had mental problems . ''Steve'' yelled my mother. My dad went down stairs. ''whats the matter?'' said my dad. ''you bastard, why are you cheating on me?'' screamed my mother. She leaned down on his knees and started to cry. As my father tried to pick her up she reached into her pockets and pulled out a knife. She stabbed my dad about three times. I heard my mother yelling for help. I ran down stairs to my father.''you're are going to be alright.'' I said .
I called the ambulance it seemed forever for it to arrive. My father had past away during that time. '' love you'' were my father last words. The cops saw my mom holding the knife with her bloody hands. Without a doubt they took her away. That was the last time I ever wanted to know about her or even see her.