I didn???t know how much longer I could take this, the beatings, the drinking. Even as I thought this, his fists rained down on me, never letting up. He pushed me towards the living room. I pulled my head down and tried to block the beatings, and they came harder. I was trying to keep my feet on the ground but he tripped me, I landed hard on the couch. Someone was there already; he grumbled and pushed me off, saying something about how sexy he was. I suspected he was drunk, or high. Whatever. I sat in the floor, curled in a fetal position. I was only able to block half my face. The other half was open to any new torture he came up with. I groaned.
"Stop please!??? I yelled, over and over, until my voice, along with my sanity, was gone. He didn't care. My attacker laughed cruelly.
"This is what you get! You should have never opened your mouth!" He yelled back at me as he kic.ked, punched and pinched every bit of flesh I had. His curses faded away until I figured it out. Just let go. Fall slowly into the black hole. No pain. No thoughts, no dad???
I felt myself came to, realizing the beating had stopped. I sensed someone near me but I didn???t care. The bruises started to ache, and I knew I preferred being unconscious rather than face the pain. I stayed on the floor until the person above me started wiggling around, like he was having a bad dream. Good. I crawled to all fours, just in case he woke and stepped on me, and went towards the kitchen, crawling over another body, a woman. My father had obviously had a party after my beating. God knows what was being smoked. Lana must have been so scared. We usually were together when he threw a party. Where was she? I will go to her after I take inventory of myself.
My ribs ached and I knew I had at least sprained one. I pulled myself to my knees with the plastic chair my father usually sat at when he was around. It hurt so bad. What was I going to tell my friends at school, my boss at work?
I limped over to the fridge, and opened it. An empty gallon of milk, an empty jar of peanut butter and moldy cheese. I would have to go shopping after work and after I looked halfway decent. I went to the bathroom to see the damage. Half my face was undamaged, it must have been the side I was able to cover, but the other half was covered in bruises. The rest of my bruises could be covered up. Even though it???s summer, I can wear jeans and a long sleeved shirt. I studied myself in the mirror. My gr
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