• BRITTANY'S POINT OF VIEW

    I couldn't believe what I just witnessed. As I ran back home, like Max had told me to do, I thought of what I had seen.
    Max was on the floor of his living room, his brown hair over his tear-stained face. Max's dad hitting several times with a leather belt over the back, leaving many cuts that bled and bled. Max screaming at me to run to protect me, so his dad wouldn't hurt me. Max getting hit one more time before he was allowed to go upstairs.
    I was not going to talk about this tomorrow unless Max brought it up. It was a scary prospect, the fact that the one I love is being abused. And all I did was run, I didn't even try to stall his dad or anything. The thought that I could have done something to help and didn't made my eyes fill with tears.

    I was home and Dad was waiting on the porch for me. I his my eyes and face behind my tangled blond hair; he still noticed," Brittany what's wrong?"
    All I could do his shake my head," I don't think I can tell you!"
    He walked over to me and let me sob into his shoulder,"You can tell me. I swear on my life that I won't tell a soul."
    I looked up at him," Not even the COPS?"
    "Just how bad is this situation to be worrying about me telling the cops?"
    "Pretty bad. M-Max is a-a-abused," I wailed into his shoulder once more,"Don't tell a soul! I'm not even supposed to know!"
    Dad was disgusted. I looked up and could see the rage in his eyes.