Before I could react, he suddenly left her, and went out of the room, and out of the house. Soon, we heard his car zooming out of the parking lot. And I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mom are you okay?" I asked. She turned her neck twice, and coughed. "Yes I am. I punched him!" She said and laughed. She laughed so hard that it started to make me feel bad for her. You know that kind of laughter with so much sarcasm and pain in it.

"I told you he cannot hit me anymore. ...