I wake up, nauseated, sick and in pain. Last night my father went off on me, I don't even remember what for. I get up to go to the bathroom, I go to the mirror and softly caressed a scar left by my so called father, I can still some what feel the pain from the accident that happened i year ago today.
I walked into the living room , not scared, or nervous because i'm so used to it at this point. I see him, surprisingly not drunk. So i decided to go sit by him, I think i could have said somethings differently.
"Hey dad" I said bluntly.
"Hey kid" he groans at me while trying to push me away.
" I see you aren't drunk any more" I say then i felt a horrible pain as everything went black.
I woke up about an hour later. My dad was at work and the couch was slightly stained with blood. I was just happy it didn't get in my mouth this time. I got up, gave it stitches and rapped it up. I had taught my self because he always hits me so hard that i bleed. Not a tear went down my face. I cant even remember half the day, but i sure will remember what had happened then.
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Aktuelle LiteraturWhy me? Why did he have to be my dad? I wish he was gone. I want the Apple pie life. I want to be normal. But I won't ever be. I won't get to be, because of him, the evil man who calls himself my dad, who says he loves me. But he doesn't, ask all th...
