What the FUCK does that have to do with me...

I hate you dad.

                      I'm feeling dizzier by the
                                     second.
I then see mom look behind to look at me, her eyes widened. My dad just glared at me, his hand tightening on the alcohol bottle. He looked like he was about to raise the bottle and hit mom.
Before he did....
I pushed mom out of the way and took the hit myself, there wasn't any time to move out aswell.
The bottle breaks on top of my head, especially with the force he used to hit me. The glass cracks and breaks, shattering on my own skin. I land on my mom's arms and I start bleeding slowly, unable to hear anything I saw my mom panicking.
My dad slowly standing there realizing what he did, but my eyes are slowly closing. I only hear muffled sounds and voices.