The next morning after my brutal, beating I greeted my father with a basic "hello". He replied like if nothing happened the night before. As I was going to sit down at the dinner table to eat my breakfast I wasn't able to sit down because of the excruciating pain he left me in. My mom asked "what's wrong?", I looked at my dad in confusion because I was thinking he would've informed my mother on what I did and what he did. "Nothing" I murmured. "Well take a seat and eat your breakfast then honey". "Yes mom" I answered. after breakfast I couldn't get the fact out of my head that my dad didn't tell my mom about what happened yesterday. If he didn't tell her what he did or a what I did then how can I expect him to be truthful and honest with my mom, I thought. I hope the secretive, and sketchy way doesn't stick to him and change his personality. This wasn't the only time I was left with bruises all over. The second time was at a party, i don't remember taking a alcoholic drink or even smoking marijuana that day, all I remember is a distinct feeling of confusion and drowsiness after 2 sips of my drink, which was coca cola, that I left to go say hi to one of my friends. I ended up in the middle of nowhere, basically only next to a gas station, which was actually 2 miles away. I had to walk all the way to the gas station. Just to use the phone because mine ran out of battery. I called my dad without a thought in my mind about what happen last night because I really couldn't remember and I asked him to pick me up at my current location. This time I kinda knew will was heading for me as my punishment. 3 hours later, I saw his car pulling up and I brace myself for the horror full scene that was about to go on. Once I step foot in the car, I crouched into an armadillo position and prayed for the best. And once again, I was greeted by various of blows to the face, back and ribs. My explanation means nothing to him obviously. And after that, he didn't only scar me physically, but emotionally.
