Mummy and the demon

My confident walk down the stairs halted when I opened the door and saw mummy lay on the sofa with a man I’d never seen . 

My first recall of anxiety, invading my body as if it was its own . 

He smiles at me .
“ hello baby “ 

I ran .  I ran back to my little sister upstairs  .
I thought mummy was dead her eyes closed and head in his lap . 

Deep breath . I head back down . Mummy’s awake this time . I stay quite a small wave as I hurry to make breakfast for me and little sis. I made her promise to stay upstairs .

The strange man never left . He just stayed . 
He became aggressive and angry all the time . 
He hated mummy . He hated my baby sister . He loved me . I hated him . 

He had a dog named demon . A Rottweiler , He was a softie  .  I loved demon .

The man hit mummy daily . Even stabbed her once continued with a bat . He tried to electrocute me . He tried to groom me . 
He beat demon to hurt me … With a hammer . 

There was only one demon who occupied my house and he wasn’t a Rottweiler.