We were in the last day of moving after getting evicted. The plan was that we move some small stuff to a motel we were staying at until we could hopefully find somewhere to live within a week. My Dad suggested I stay at the motel early and let my parents do everything. That was, of course, appealing to 14 y/o me, but my Dad had a history of getting extremely drunk with my Mom and then hurting her physically, so I was hesitant. Eventually my Mom told me she’d be fine and that everything would be fine and my Dad dropped me off.
11 hours went by. At hour 8 I pulled out the Bible in the drawer next to the bed and prayed for the first time in my life for everything to be okay. I had the worst guttural feeling and thought my Mom was dead (as I had feared for most of my childhood, one of the reasons I had never gone to friends houses fearing that would happen) and thought about calling the police. Anyways, my Dad walks in the door at 11 pm alone. I asked him where my Mom was and he responded with “I should’ve killed her” and “I hate her so much.” He was visibly drunk. I lock myself in the bathroom and try texting my Mom again and get no reply.
My sister had my Mom’s car because she was dropping some of her stuff at a friend’s house and my Dad had his car. I figure since I’m too far from home she could go back and check on our house to see if my Mom was there and she said she was already going back. After a little while my Dad offered to take me back so I agreed thinking that the worst that would happen was that I would die in a car accident because my Dad was ridiculously drunk. He surprisingly took me back.
My sister showed up at around the same time as us (a little before) and I see that there’s not a single light on. Turns out my Dad shut off the power after he left. My Dad goes into the garage to turn the power on as I’m yelling at him to leave, I go upstairs with my sister and my Mom is not in the best position. I won’t detail it but even in the dark it was pretty bad. We all slept in the car for the next few days and eventually found something available and moved. Haven’t seen my Dad ever since.
Tl;dr left at a motel for 11 hours, worried my Dad hurt my Mom, he hurt my Mom, haven’t seen my Dad ever since.