Ghosts and Monsters I met along the way (4 book series) 1/1

As a child, I grew up in an abusive household. One night when I was lying in bed listening to my parents fight, I saw an arm reach out from under my bed and shut my door to dampen the noise coming from up the stairs. I quietly said, "Thank you."

As the fight became louder downstairs, the creature under my bed handed me my teddy bear. As I heard banging downstairs and glass breaking, I climbed out of my bed and lay on the floor. The monster under the bed took my hand and held it. I fell asleep, and when I woke up the following morning, I was back in my bed with the blanket over me. When I got up to use the bathroom, I found the door had been locked. 

Walking downstairs, I found my Mom sitting at the kitchen table. When I walked in, my Mother looked up and said, "When you get home today, please clean the dishes and try to stay out of your father's path."

I nodded and went to get cereal out of the pantry, but I did not find any. My Mom said, "Go ahead and get some things out of the fridge. You can eat it for breakfast. Take this money and get lunch. Hurry up and get ready to go to school."

Making a sandwich, I ate that and some chips for breakfast. Then I went back to my room and got ready for school. hen I was dressed I heard the front door slam open and my Dad yelled at my Mom, "Why are you not at work?"

She was quiet, but said, "Abbie was here, we can't leave her alone. I called my boss and explained I was going to be late. They were alright with it."

"Where is she then," He asked.

"She is almost ready, and I am going to drop her off at the school first, then head to work," Mom said. "Can you pick her up? I can stay late to make up the time if you can."

"No, I will not pick her up," He spat. "That is a woman's job. I only came back because I forgot my tool belt."

The door slammed again, and Mom knocked on my door. She came in and said, "Let's go, sweetie."

As we walked to the school, Mom asked, "Abbie, would you mind if we went to stay with your Grandparents?"

"We are leaving Dad?" I asked.

"Yes," She said. "We cannot keep going through this."

I nodded and said, "I don't like that he hits you."

"Neither do I," she said. "Things will get better."