“Get!” Hit, “Out!” Hit, “Of!” Again! Stop! “My house! I hate you! You are a horrible daughter!” He hit me again, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please...just stop!” I was blocking my head with my already bleeding arms. Mother came into the room, “Mark, Mark! Stop!” Mother tried to stop him, pulling Father’s arms down, “Mark, that’s enough!” Father stopped, breaking down, crying, “I j-just want her,” Father pointed at me accusingly, “To leave! She’s nothing but a burden!” Father looked back at my mother, hugging her. Mother shooed me off with her right hand, telling me to leave.
-Hi. I’m Kaisui, a regular japanese teen! Well, half japanese. My father is american. My mother is japanese. I love them both, I really do. It’s just... Father can get hurtful when he drinks and unfortunately for me, he drinks a lot. But, I really could care less if he hit me. It’s my sister, he hits her too. I love Amy, she’s the sweetest kid, when she goes to school with bruises on her face. And arms. And legs. Its just sad and horrible.-
“P-Papa? Papa, don’t hurt sissy, hurt me instead! Please, she’s a good person!” Amy came out of her room, holding her blanket and bunny Mother and I sewed for her. Father let go of my mother and scowled at the eight year old girl, “Don’t talk to me that way! You ungrateful little mistake!” I reacted immediately, racing to my sister, picking her up and making my way out of the house. Running to the park that was a few blocks down, “A-Amy, are you okay?” I asked my beautiful sister. She replied with only a nod and a scared look on her face as she saw the blood that I had gotten onto her shirt, “O-oh… That. Don’t worry, Amy! I’ll take you to the Sheriff's day-care! I think you could stay at his house for just one night.”
