When I awoke it was already dark out, and there was a man on the other side of the porch screaming out into the night, I rose and tried to listen. I couldn’t make out much of what he was saying but it sounded like he was asking a lot of questions. For a second I thought maybe he was screaming at somebody. Out of curiosity, I started walking over to him to see who he was screaming at. When I got close enough I could see that he was looking up facing the sky, I couldn’t see his face because it was covered by the shadow casted from the ceiling of the porch. When I got even closer I smelled the alcohol flowing from his way, I’ve always hated the smell of alcohol, and because of this I usually ignore all the drunks around my neighborhood. The source of my hatred originates from when I was about 7. My mother had brought home a new boyfriend, Gregorith parcher, he was ok in the beginning and through dinner he was polite and said some jokes to make me laugh. But it wasn’t until later on in the night that we found out he was a bad drunk. I was in my room, I was supposed to be asleep, and I was about to fall asleep until I heard the sound of something breaking and my mother yelling that roused me from my bed. I got up and walked to my door and pressed my ear to its surface as to hear what’s going on in the rest of the house. I could hear my mother much more clearly now, I could make out some of what she was saying, I could hear her yell, “What is wrong with you Greg! Why are you acting this way!” in response Gregorith replied in a calm voice as if nothing was happening, “acting like what? Like this?” I hear, what I assume was my mother, run across the living room and push Gregorith, again she yells, “stop you stupid idiot! Get out of my house! Get out now! Or I!” Gregorith cuts her off and starts yelling himself, “or you’ll what! Huh Wendy! Or you’ll what!? What can you do? Huh!? What can you possibly do about this!?” suddenly I hear something crash into my door, it makes me jump back, it sounded like glass breaking when it hit my door. I began to feel fear rising up inside of me, and my heart starts to beat a little faster, I bring my knees up to my chest and I grab hold of them with my arms and I squeeze them tightly as if I’m holding on to them for dear life. I feel tears stinging the back of my eyes, I tell myself that everything is going to be ok repeatedly over and over, and I start rocking myself in unison with my words. I hear my mother scream but it’s muffled again, but I’m pretty sure she had just mentioned me. This snaps me back into reality, hearing my mother say my name; I get the feeling that she wants my help to get the lunatic out of the house. So without thinking I get up and open my door, I notice the glass vase that’s usually by the window is broken into pieces at my feet. This must be what hit my door I think to myself. I look up and see my mother leaning on the kitchen counter crying with her face in her hands, and the man Gregorith is looking out the window drinking from a beer bottle in his hand. I walk into the living room and look around and take in my surroundings. The TV Screen is broken, there’s a huge stain in the middle of the living room, and the couch cushions are all over the floor. After this I look straight at the back of Gregoriths head. It’s full of dark black hair, slicked back with a comb. My mother finally notices that I’ve entered the room and walks over to me and starts to hug me, she tells me, “nick sweetie did we wake you? I’m sorry. Everything is ok here; go back to bed ok sweet heart.” This makes me feel a whole lot better but for some reason I couldn’t get my feet to move away and walk back to my room, they stayed rooted right where they were. Gregorith turns around and stares at my mother and me for a second, then starts walking over to us while saying, “well look Wendy your right, nick IS still with you, in fact! He’s right here!” he stands in front of me and points his finger at my face. My mother is about to respond when Gregorith casts some magic and swipes my mom away with his empty hand sending her about two feet across the floor, and exclaims, “So let’s see if lil nick can still beat me in a duel!” Gregorith pulls out a wand and points it at me, I didn’t know how to react I was frozen still, stuck like glue to where I was standing, Gregorith looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds, that felt like a few hours, I caught a glimpse of sadness in his eyes, but I mostly saw fear, but fear of what? Or fear of whom? Me? Gregorith whispers, “Such a shame his son was so weak.” This makes me angry, I hate being called weak or looked upon as weak. So before he does anything else I say, “You’re the weak one Gregorith.” And I turn and run to my mother’s room down the hall, I hear him chuckle quickly then utter a few syllables and I hear the familiar sound of a jet of magic fly past my right ear and I see it smash into the wall ahead of me, I take a sharp left and turn into my mother’s room and I go straight for my mother’s dresser, as I reach my mother’s dresser I hear my mother yelling and I hear Gregorith telling her to get off. I reach the dresser and start moving around some of my mother’s make up and jewelry then I find it, my father’s wand. I grab it with one hand and I turn around and I run back to the living room. I knew it wasn’t all right to take my father’s wand, my mother tells me all the time to never touch it, let alone use it. But I also knew my mom wasn’t safe, and I knew HE had to go. As I run back into the living room I see Gregorith cast magic and swipe my mother away again, but this time she flies back a couple of feet and lands on the floor. Seeing that makes rage swell inside of me. “Gregorith!” I scream. “don’t you ever touch my mom again!” I proclaim. Gregortih turns and looks at me. He sees the wand in my hands and gives me a bewildered look. Without hesitation I point the wand at him and say the first spell I can think of, infernio, the killing spell. I knew about this particular spell by watching my favorite wizard, duel on TV. Infernio burns the victim to death in a matter of seconds. So before I know it a jet of flames shoot from the tip of my father’s wand and hits Gregorith straight in the chest sending him flying back, he crashes through the window and lands outside. I stay frozen with my hand pointing my father’s wand straight ahead; I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I killed a person. As I thought of this idea in my head, of me killing a person, my knees buckled and I fell to the ground, letting go of my father’s wand. As I sink to the floor I can hear my mother running over to me and hugging me and grabbing my face and kissing my face, then she looks at me in the eyes and asks me, “nick are you ok?” I don’t answer immediately; instead I break into tears and start crying. I couldn’t believe I just killed a person. And the thought of it just knocked the wind out of me. Next thing I know I’m falling back into darkness.