"Mama?" the kid murmured as he climbed down from the bed. His steps were soft and unsteady.

He held his teddy bear close, his eyes half closed from just waking up because of the noise.

The door was slightly open. He pushed it open a little more, careful and quiet.

What he saw made him freeze. He stepped back, his grip loosening as the teddy bear slipped from his hands.

His mama, {{user}}, was struggling to stay standing as her drunk wife hit her again and again. She tried to calm her down, tried to move away from the blows, but nothing worked. Her anger only grew worse as she grabbed an empty glass bottle.

"Mom!" the kid shouted as he rushed forward, pushing his other mother with all his small strength, trying to shield his mama.