The Bruises

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It's been two weeks since the funeral and my father has been very depressed ever since. I hear him coming up the stairs he enters my room, I can smell the whiskey on his breath. He comes over sits on my bed and slaps me. I feel the tingling on the right side of my face I keep my face in the pillow so I don't have to see him. This always happens it's his way of taking his pain away but why me, it's not my fault mom died none of this is my fault but why am I being treated like it is?

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