Can you check my writing, please?

This story is about the childhood memories of an adopted Asian girl. Thank you.

His anger was coming from his another anger. His rage produced his another rage. My mum wasn't crying. She was just standing at the sink without saying anything. I was crying out and my heart was beating like a drum with the huge fear. His voice like the thunder for me made his face red.

"I can't stand anymore. I can take the knife! Like you did before. I can shout. I can hit you, too!" She shouted.

I heard her move and fumble from the kitchen. I could feel my father stopped suddenly. The silence inside the noise like the storm makes the silentest moment. It could even stop time. It brings a fear that you've become deaf by the silence. It is not sharp noise to make you deaf.

I saw my mum being dragged by her hair by father. She made a long scream. That was the poorest and the most heartbreaking scream in the world. My father began to throw every stuff caught in his hand. He hit the TV and knocked over it. He kicked the table and the sofa. It seemed that his anger ruled him. I prayed. It was unfair. Lord, let anyone see him. Please let them see and judge what he is exactly doing. Let the one survive who is the pitifulest you think. Of course it is my mum!

Then he threw my cat in the wall. There was a thud. Maybe it might be the sound of my heart. I stopped crying. He didn't even seem to notice he had just thrown her. The silence came to me again. But this time it was different. It didn't come from any noise. It didn't come from outside. It spreaded from inside me and ate from the closest sound. The sound of my quick heart beat, and then the sound of my teardrop. I walked over to the wall, sat down and looked down at my cat. I saw some teeth in her slightly opened mouth. I saw her flaccid furry body. Her body was twisted at a weird angle. At that time, I didn't know about death. But I could see I wouldn't be together with her anymore from now on. / I would never be together with her from now on. I could see this was the last look she could show me. The death, for me from the day on, is an unexpected silence. The unexpected silence freezes your mind. It is not the silence from the dead one itself. It is the silence produced by you without the one.