I Hate You

Chapter 15

     "What the fuck Dan?" my father said, with a sting of his wedding ring and fingernails colliding with my face. Again.

     " What?"

     " You trying to commit suicide? What's your fucking problem, you don't think your life is good enough? You're such a fucking coward pussy little girl. I should've never fucked your mom."

     " Great pep talk dad."

     " Don't fucking talk back boy, or you'll regret it."

     We reached my house. the old, filthy, messy little country side house that I lived in before the hospital incident. I walked in the door, and a smell of dog, and turkey, and old shoes filled my nose. Not delightful, not good, I hated the smell even worse than I hated Joey.

     "Daniel!" said a familiar womanly voice, which was my mother.

     " Hey mum!" I said less enthusiastically and returned the small hug she was capable of giving me, before I harshly broke away.

     " I missed you!" she said, taking my bag from my hand and throwing it onto the couch.

     " Cool." I said, and going into my room.

     A few moments later, a door flung open, making the oh so memorable dent in the wall even bigger than it was before.

     "What the fuck? Haven't we gone over this enough you little prick?" my father said, with a belt in this hand.

     " What are you talking about?"

     " Oh you think that I'll treat you like a little fucking princess just because you tried to end your life over some petty stupid shit? Yeah think again you little shit. You can't just leave your mom hanging like that. She actually cares about you, unlike everyone else on earth. Cut her some slack and talk to her for once. Stop being suck an ignorant little prick. you need to learn how to take it like a man, and not be such a little girl. I didn't raise a girl." my father said.

     " You didn't raise me at all." I mumbled under my breath, just loud enough for me to hear.

     " What was that ?"

     " I didn't say anything."

     " Bullshit. you act like you're so fucking precious. That's all your mom boy."

     " And?"

     " don't fucking talk back to me."

     " Don't talk down to your child and making him feel like shit. huh? Maybe wanna think about how you make me feel on a daily basis? I mean , I literally just got home and the first thing you do is slap me across the face, and I hadn't even walked through the door. You're not a real dad." I said.

     He plastered an evil smile onto his face, and charged towards me with the belt high up in his hands.

     A sharp sting of pain filled my face as the belt whipped across it. Then, as I fell to the floor, a steel-toe boot pierced my stomach, making my body fall horizontally. I felt the boot on my nose as blood stained my carpet.  A few more kicks and punches and Whips were thrown at me, and soon enough I couldn't feel anything. I was dead.

     I woke up in a hospital bed. Not dead. At least not yet. I didn't even want to face my father if that would happen again. I knew my mom didn't have the money for a hospital trip, let alone did we have the money for the hospital I was just in. A pink haired lady, looking fairly young entered the room and picked up the clipboard on the end of the bed.

     "Hello, so your name is Daniel, you can call me Shadow. I'm your nurse. Today, we got a report about someone beating you up when you were outside. Someone brought you in who claimed to be your father."

      " Yeah.." I lied. I knew if I told her, she would tell the other nurses, and other people and it would turn into a huge mess, which I didn't want to happen.

     " Okay, well you'll be going home today, so don't get too comfortable, you'll be outta' here in a half hour." she smiled, and put the clipboard down after writing one thing in it.

     " Okay."

                        

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