Overcoming My Father

chapter 6.

I felt a few stabs of pain as my dad poked at my ribs. I don't want him touching me period, let alone trying to bug me. plus, I really wasn't in the mood for his games.

"Dad, stop." I said sternly, hoping he'd bugger off. Of course he continued. "Dad! Quite it!" I yelled. He poked me a couple of times, and did that stupid laugh of his. "STOP!" I screamed. This had been going on for about ten minutes and I was done. I got up and went to my room.

"Wow, you're such a whiny bitch!" He called after me. Screw you, dad. screw you. "Cry baby!" The nerve of this man, drove me nuts! Who was he to pick at me, and then, call me names.. what was his problem? He always did this to mom and I, and we both hated it. I hated it even more when she joined in. I sat in my room all day until my dad came in. "Are you gonna sit on your fat ass all day or are you gonna get up and do your chores?" He asked, not really looking for an answer. Of course I got up and did my many chores. When I was finished I went to bed. whenever mom was gone and it was just dad and I, I spent most of the day in my room hiding from him. I made it a successful two days without eating. Won't be a fat ass for long dad, will I? maybe if I get skinny enough, hell leave me alone for awhile..

I decided I would write Taylors letter now, just in case one day I gained the courage to end my pain. Hers ended up being close to the same length as my moms two were. I thought about writing my dad one, but I was so mad at him right now that I couldn't focus on words. The anger was boiling through my veins. I could hear it pumping through my body. My fists clenched and my face went red. I wasn't thinking until after my fist had connected with the wall a few times and I heard a crack. I felt a throbbing pulsing pain in my nuckles. The sound brought me right out of my anger and straight into worry. My dad walked in.

"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled.

"I got angry and lost control and ended up punching my wall a few times. But you know what that's like, right dad?" I challenged, bringing up a memory of one of his old anger fits. He glared, I could see the anger raging in him, he walked towards me. I saw him raise his hand and the next thing I knew I felt pressure followed by pain against my cheek. I fell to the ground cupping my face. I got up and pushed him, which killed my probably broken hand. He went back a few steps from my push and lunged for throwing me into a wall. My back smashed the wall followed by the back of my head. An instant headache appeared and I could feel bruises forming on my back. But was I giving up? Yeah right. I got up and threw a few swift punches to his pregnant looking gut. He grasped it in pain for a second and ran towards me. I just stood there, staring at him, unmoving. He threw his fist into my face and when I hit the ground he connected his foot with my stomach. I could feel my face swelling on both sides, and I was pretty sure I was going to be really sore tomorrow. Despite my fear and injuries I got up again. This time, I went for his pride. I kicked him right in the balls and when he bent over in pain, I punched him in the nose. I made sure to use enough force to cause some damage. I left my room while he was holding his pride in pain and went for a shower. When I got out, I was going to be in major trouble. I'm sure my mother would be home by the time I got out, and she was.

"Hey mom." I spoke quietly. She looked up, her face dropped.

"What happened hunny?" She asked, running to me. Should I tell her? I may as well right? I told what happened, giving every little detail.

"Why would you fight back? You should have called me." She said, getting mad. Are you kidding me? are you serious right now? what the hell is she thinking?

"Are you seriously getting mad at me for sticking up for myself?" I yelled. "Youve told me not to let anyone push me around, and when I don't, you get mad? What the hell mom!" She stared at me blankly and told me to get to my room. This was messed up. I get in trouble because I fought back? I didn't just sit back and take another of his beatings? Screw you mom. Screw you dad. Screw this. Screw that. Screw life. I was done. I went to my closet and grabbed the pills I had planned to use. I was so filled with emotion I didn't even think. you sure you wanna do this? might as well, right? all I do is waste space. I downed half the bottle hoping it would be enough. I started to feel loopy, and dizzy. I felt like my world was spinning, but it was a good feeling. A peaceful feeling. And the next thing I saw was, blackness.

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