Over protective

Beating

"Who might you be?" He asked Carl
"C-Carl" he said scared after what I just told him
"Okay Carl tell me why your holding my daughters hand right now"
"Roger stop leave him alone"
"Stop your talking know one wants to hear it"he said with in my face and I could smell his awful breath "now kid, can I call you kid? Okay you lay one hand on my daughter and you won't have a hand no more got it"
"Oh so you can beat her, but I can't hold her hand?"
"What?!" Darly said
"You heard me he beats her he would every night when you were sleeping, it wasn't that one time when that boy kissed her, it was every night since she was 7!"
"How would you know this?"
"She told me"
"Oh well what did I tell her never to say?"
"Dad I thought you were dead that's why I-i" then he kicked me in the stomach. Carl came rushing to me and Darly started beating our dad.
"It's okay, your okay I got you" Carl kept saying to me as I cried watching Darly and Rick beat my father. I loved him I didn't like him he was my dad but he would always beat me. Carl kept holding onto me, pulling me into his chest.
My hands in between us his arm around me holding me close and my hand on his chest, with me tears from pain and watching this happen drenching his grey shift. I really love this boy