No one talks about living in a household you just want to escape, wanting to jump in the words of your books, just to get away, to not worry or think or feel your hands shaking and breathe shooting away, everytime he comes home. Not wanting to feel the voices get louder inside your head, not knowing whats fake and whats real, Not wanting to cry your yourself to sleep because you dont want him to win, but the voices in your head does not stop, so tears just flow down your cheeks, over and over again. Every single night, he comes home, fights upon fights and a repeat once again.