I exhaled a weak laugh void of humor. "If only you were a father to me. I suppose if you tried to make some time and talk to me every now and then, you might understand that I think this ship and everyone on it are quite repulsive." A rotted plank of wood groaned under the weight of my foot as I advanced forward. "Do you think I want to be here? To live my life full of fear?"
The tempestuous look laced in my fathers eyes bored through mine. "I'm not sure what makes you think you can speak of my ship and crew like that." his unnaturally calm voice mumbled.
One of his slightly faded boots promptly paced forward allowing merely a half a plank of wood to sit between us. He swiftly leaned his head to the side of mine leading to the effect of my muscles to tense and legs to become frozen. "But I don't allow anyone to talk ill of so around me, let alone to me. If anyone knows this, I would assume it be you."
Before I could react, his fist met with my jaw in a quick and violent motion, causing my head to fly upwards and body to stumble backwards, only to be met with the cracked old wood, sending small splinters crumbling to the old planks. "If you're so brave and tough, that you think you can talk to me like that, why don't you do something?"
Saliva sprayed out of his mouth with every word he spoke. "You're defenseless! This isn't how I raised you. DEFEND YOURSELF!" His words echoed through my skull causing my head to throb.
He casually accelerated towards the oblique spot I had stumbled to. I could read his smirk in which held malevolent intentions, though I had but the slightest idea of what to expect. All at once the searing tip of his hook deeply sliced through my cheek. Deprived of a second to react, his hook went to work again lacerating my left shoulder and slowly, excruciatingly, twisted and pulled until he'd reached my elbow. Pain contorted my features into an expression of absolute fear. Focusing on the raging sensation, I made the inauspicious decision to slide down the wall. "I just don't understand," he whispered in his vexatious voice, "you're still not defending yourself."
The pain coursing through my body was inexplicably worse than any other time he'd beat me. I noticed spots on the upper half of my body and right arm that had refrained from being soaked in blood, the rest wasn't so fortunate. Not once before had he been this irate.
I should have recognized how vulnerable my position was. He immediately slammed his coal shaded boot to my side without hesitation.
I was desperately gasping for air to inflate my stubborn lungs, but no remorse was granted as Father wobbled to keep steady as he slammed his foot into my ribs repeatedly. The throbbing sensation on my side sent waves of devastation throughout my entire body, but I couldn't have let a single tear slip. The satisfaction was never to be granted to him.
Three excruciating minutes brimming with pain and abuse crept by, and my eyes heavily drifted to the clock on the wall reading 10:46 pm. It was 10:46 pm, when all my feeling was lost to an unfamiliar feeling too unparalleled to be adequately defined. It remained 10:46 pm when my vision began to blur. It was seconds later when my fathers foot seized to return to my side. I forced myself to grasp onto that last string of life, almost too late. I tried with all I had left in me to push myself to focus on the blur that was my father.
He appeared to steadily shrink as another blurred figure seemed to be pulling him back, but who? No one had ever dared interrupt him when he would act as so. I listened to the unrecognizable echos of muffled shouting between the stranger and my father. The only sounds comprehendible worsened and became fuzzy. My thinking commenced to decelerate when an unspeakable sensation promptly flooded into my head, and poured down to wash through my veins. Seconds after the unfamiliar sensation arrived, it slowly faded from mind, and as if I were falling asleep, my mind cleared and body showed its surrender by relaxing on its spot upon the aged wooden planks.
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