Trigger Warning: Abuse
As a punch hit my face, I wince trying to dodge his hand. But it was impossible. I land on the ground with a thud as he continued to punch my face.
"You." Smack. "Stupid." Smack. "Brat!" Smack. Every word, single punch. Dad let's go of me after, shoving me to a nearby table as my back crash against it's legs.
"Who told you to cut your hair!?" He angrily said, his French accent deep and visible. I squirm, refusing to talk as I covered my mouth with my unbruised hand.
"Speak!" He demanded.
I shook my head as he held my throat. I gasp for air, scratching his big hand, struggling to breathe. He tightened his grip on my throat, making me suffocate, finding air as soon as possible.
I then heard a loud bang on the door.
"Loiuso, fils de pute. Ouvrez cette porte maintenant !" My mother's thundering voice said, banging repeatedly on the door. Dad let's go of me, finally, and went to open the door. As he does, mother barged in and slapped my dad.
As I held my throat, caressing it, both my parents shout in words I cannot understand. I live in French household, yet I understand none. Why? I haven't talked to anybody nor have I went to any school. Though, I understand English, slightly, as I read books and learn from them. All by myself.
I slowly stood up, leaving, covering my head for protection as I glance one last time at my parents.
"Pourquoi as-tu laissé cet enfant avoir les cheveux courts ?" My dad yelled.
"C'était trop long !" Mother retorted back.
"Tu sais que ça me rappelle elle, Gina !" Father screamed.
"Et ainsi? Espèce de connard ! Laissez cet enfant tranquille. Je la déteste parce que cela me rappelle que tu aimais une autre personne, mais j'ai une obligation. Et c'est être une mère pour elle !" Mother shrieked as she pointed at the direction I escaped from. With them just fighting, they completely focus on each other. Good.
I took the opportunity and left the room. Leaving the screams behind a door of cruelty.
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