I went and sang at a baseball game. I was super happy about it, but I was overstimulated. So I get done with my performance, it goes well, I get to my seat and my dad yells at me before I even sit down. I started crying slightly.
After we get out, I walk a little bit faster than the rest of the group and he dead names me and I turn around and look at him. I say "What?"
He then runs at me and throws me against a concrete wall.
I throw my arm up in front of my face, he yells "put your fucking arm down you know I don't hit you" he then yells at me, telling me not to give him "attitude" when there was literally no attitude at all.
He grabs me by the top of my backpack and pushes me to the car. I couldn't breathe and I was super nauseous. I was crying uncontrollably.
It's around 9 pm now and I'm still shaking and crying. My breathing has gotten better but it's still not the best. I'm still super nauseous and I wanna throw up.
Also he used to hit me when I was younger and he is absolutely lying about not hitting me. (Paragraph #4 ↑)
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Vents About HIM (And Vents In General)
Non-FictionVents about my father because he is one of the worst people ever. TW