Bastard

It is 1:33am. If there was ever a jerk of a man, it would have been my sister's husband. To be shouting at his wife for no apparent reason, to be slamming, cursing, throwing things around, to wake the kid up in the middle of the night because of his sudden fit. My nephew didn't even seemed surprised. It couldn't have been the first time. I wonder what man would want to embarrass his wife in front of guest. To shame her in front of her brother. To seek to embarrass his wife. My heart grows indignant. I heard him say something about being sick of her already. He spoke with an abusive loathsome growl. I want to punch his puny freaking face for that. I really do. Who the hell he is to make my sister sad. Fuck? Fuck himself too. I really want to punch him. Mother-fucking son of a bitch. I swear I would if he touch her. Ill make him sorry. I just need a reason to interfere. That bastard.

What can I do to make her sorrow go away. She is now in my nephew's room, patting him to sleep, reassuring him that nothing is wrong. I tried to see if she was upset. But whatever sadness she might be experiencing is hidden away in the darkness. All I can do is to pat her on her head and ask if she is alright. That's all I can do. All I can do is try to provide some comfort, but what comfort can I really give? I hope she don't cry. A part of me wished i had never seen this episode. It sickens me to think that this will continue, had continued, for so long. That this is my sister's life. She do not deserve this.