When I woke up, I found myself injured with plenty cuts on my different body parts as I laid on my back on the cold tiles, replaying last night's occurence in my head.
I was woken up by a loud sound of the front door being slammed open. Dad must have gotten drunk again, I thought to myself. I shut my eyes as I braced myself for the upcoming slappings and hittings. Slowly exhaling the breath I was not even aware of holding, I slid out of my mattress. The cold tiles sent a rush of chilliness into my spine once my feet touched the floor. I trudged towards the bedroom's door. Every second felt like I was walking straight to the angel of death, grim reaper. My hand lingered on the doorknob unnecessary long, not ready for the next slot. Before I even got the chance to turn in the doorknob, the hard wood door had hit my frail frame, slamming me into the wall behind. A groan escaped my mouth at the impact as my body slid down the wall. Through my blurry eye sight, I could make out my dad's figure walking up to me. He spot out his saliva on the ground beside me before proceeding to blame my mom's death on me.
" You." He pointed his finger on me.
" You had killed her. If you had not been so careless, my wife would not get hit!"
Tears were starting to in the corner of my eyes. I shook my head violently. " No, it was not my fault. It was the drunk driver's."
" You are disgusting monster! " He yelled as he raised his hand to slap me. I shut my eyes as his hand landed on my cheeks, painting it red. The slap slung but I slowly felt numb as the slapping and hitting continued. The last thing I saw before my vision went dark was my dad's sinister smile when he saw on the verge of death.
Hot tears were streaming down my face as I wallowed in self-pity. I clasped both of my hands together, holding them dearly to my chest.
" Dear God above, please send me your saviour to rescue me from this hell hole."
