~Melody's P.O.V~

I remember everything like it was yesterday. Even if it was almost 20 years ago.

I was sitting in my room. It was a rather large room. I had a bed, that equalled the size of two twin beds.

I had a nightstand beside it. It was pink. My sheets and covers to my bed were, also.

I was on the floor, playing with my dolls. Until I heard glass break and my mom, yell. My daddy is rich. We lived with him. The key word was 'Lived.'

I heard hoof steps run up the stairs toward my room. And I heard somepony's hoofsteps behind them. I was used to the two of them arguing. But my dad, when he was done arguing, mom would go for atleast a few days,and he would trot into my room and.....but, lets not get into that. Since I was used to it, I just ignored it and kept playing with my small doll. "Richie! Stop it!" My mom yelled. 'Thats weird.....she would have been gone now....' I thought. Back then, she always left. As soon as he hit her she would levitate the car keys and leave.

He suddenly busted in. A angry glare on his face. Mom had tears in her eyes, and bruises and cuts on her. He grabbed me by the arm. I tried to struggle out of his grasp. He smacked me. He tragged me out the room. My mom struggled to get him to let me go. I was crying, everytime I would call for help, he would give me a hit in my face. He carried me to the door, and threw me. Once I hit the concrete I yelled out in pain. "Shut up you Mistake for a child!" My father said.

He threw my mother also. She also yelled in pain. "Goodluck finding someone who gives a shit about eitber of you sluts!" He yelled slamming the door. I sat up. I saw my side, and back was bleeding. Mom stood up on her hooves. I noticed she was blood dripping from her forehead, but her long dark brown and blonde hair hid it. I could only see the blood rolling down. Me and her looked at the three story house for minutes, but it felt like hours. Finally, I spoke up.

"Mommy......what are we gonna do?"

I said, not looking at her. "I don't know my dear." She replied. I caught a glance at her. Blood was still rolling down her fur. "W-where are we going to live?" I said looking down. "I took our car keys while he wasnt looking." She said she looked at me with a weak, small smile. But I could see she had been crying. Tears were still in her eyes. I knew what to do.

I went over toward her, wrapping my hooves around her waist. I could hear her sniffling. She was also shaking. I hugged her tight. Tears started to cloud my eyes aswell. She hugged me back. I could here her soft sobs. "Don't worry Mommy. We'll be okay.

I Promise."