It got worse. He started to yell Monday. Not a soft yell but a loud yell. I literally almost went to the kitchen,got a knife and hurt myself. Tonight I was invited to go skate with my friends so I asked my oh so ever awesome dad if I could go but he said no. When I got off the phone I asked why I couldn't go he said I needed to go to the emergency room. I told him I wasn't hurt he said are you sure? And he pushed me down the staircase. When I awoke I was in the emergency room. They said I had a mild concussion and was very surprised that I woke up. They asked me how I got it and I looked around the room to see if my dad was in the room and he was so I lied and said I didn't know. My dad smiled at me and winked. Like he had a plan. An evil one too.
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Abused
RandomWhen I wake up to when I go to sleep I'm abused. Sometimes I think to myself what's the point to living a life where you get beat up to the one who made you?
