“What was that noise,” 18 year old Brenda whispered to Morgan after poking her best friend and classmate in the ribs to wake her up!?! “W-what time is it,” Morgan asked sleepily, “I don’t hear anything, go back to sleep!” “Wake up, girl,” Brenda implored once again, “I’m not sure but it sounded like someone might be in trouble!” Morgan rolled over onto her side, and after wiping the sleep out of her eyes commented, “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming, remember last summer when you thought there was a man with a gun hiding in your garage!?!” “Okay, okay,” Brenda replied urgently, “so I was wrong once, that doesn’t mean I didn’t hear what I heard tonight does it!?!” All right already,” Morgan replied now fully awake, “so what kind of trouble did it sound like this person was having!?!” “Well, I duuno for sure,” Brenda replied quickly, “but it sounded bad!” Morgan looked at the clock and exclaimed, “Good grief, Bren, it’s three thirty in the morning and you can’t even tell me what you think you heard, so let’s try and get some sleep, okay!?!” Brenda was just about to speak, when clear as a bell a woman’s voice softly said, “Please, stop, I can’t take it anymore!” “See what I mean.” Brenda said excitedly, “it sounds like some woman’s in trouble, I just knew I heard something!” “Shut up, Bren,” Morgan ordered sternly, “I’m pretty sure that’s my mother talking!”
“Your mother,” Brenda replied in hoarse whisper, “are you nuts, why would she be in any danger!?!” “I don’t know,” Morgan replied, “but who in the heck else could it be, the only ones in the house are you, me, mom, and my dad, nobody else!?!” “You’re right,” Brenda whispered in reply, “do you think we should check it out, I mean what if she is in trouble or something!?!” “For once I think that you’re right,” Morgan replied while hopping out of bed an donning her bath robe, “are you coming with me or not!?!” “And stay here by myself,” Brenda replied with a shiver, “are you nuts, I’m right with ya, hon!” “Okay then, now be quiet and stay behind me,” Morgan replied while opening the door to the long hallway that connected all of the bedrooms, “let’s go!” Slowly the two eighteen year olds made their way down the corridor to Morgan’s folk’s bedroom, and the closer they got the louder the noise became, until when they were directly outside the door they able to hear each and every word being spoken inside!
“What are they saying,” Brenda hissed, “I can’t hear a thing!?!” “Well if you shut up you just might,” Morgan whispered back, as they both put their ears to othe door and heard Beth Vincent begging her husband to stop spanking her! “Do you promise to be a good little girl,” Gordon Vincent asked his wife while striking her bottom with two more hard swats, “you don’t sound very convincing to me, young lady!?!” Making what sounded like real tears, Beth sobbed, “Please, daddy, I promise to be good, just don’t hit me anymore!” “Good grief,” Brenda whispered excitedly, “your dad’s beating the hell you your mother, what are we gonna do about it!?!” “I-I’m not sure,” Morgan replied while her mind was spinning, “it didn’t sound like dad was really mad at her, did it!?!” “You wanna take that chance,” Brenda asked hoarsely, “what if he’s tryin’ to kill her or something!?!” “Now you’re the one who’s acting crazy,” Morgan retorted, “you’ve know my dad since you were a baby and have you ever known him to hit anyone!?!”