Personal Narrative-Step Father

I was 6 years old, my mom and soon to be step dad were in vegas getting married I stayed at my grandmas and grandpas house for a few days it was. I was in the kitchen making a bead bracelet for my mom when the phone rang. It was my dad. Grandma answered it, he asked if I wanted to come stay with him for the night with his girlfriend and her daughter. She said no at first but I begged her to say yes. She gave up almost 5 minutes into the arguing and let me go. My dad didn't have a driver's license at the time so my grandma drove me there.

As we pulled into the driveway I could already hear them arguing but my grandma walked to the door and knocked I could hear my dad stomp towards the door but he seemed to open it as nothing happened. We walked in my grandma told him that it wasn't a good idea that I'd stay there. He started to argue, I stared at the white sheet hanging over the window and just waited there at this point I
I was hanging out with Becca who was about twice my age when I heard them fighting again. Becca did everything she could to keep my mind off of it. I remember crying but also acting like everything was ok. We were playing toys for about 20 minutes and then all of the sudden we heard a smack and we both go started to cry but no one could hear us. 10 minutes later there was booming knock on the door, everything went silent we cried even harder. Dad opened the door, they barged in and separated becca and I. We were in two different rooms they asked us a series of questions after calming us down. I only remember one question out of the 15 the officer asked, and that was “are you hurt”, that's the only thing i remember about the questions. Then he took me out to the living room becca was on the phone with her granda he sat me in front of the tv and help me pick out a movie. I automatically knew what I wanted to watch, “bruce almighty”. It was this me and my dads favorite