I didn't know what to do. I just stayed sitting on the couch staring at the door. My parents walked in while they were talking about something. They immediately stopped talking once they saw me staring at them. My mom walked over to me and slapped me on my left cheek.
That made me move to the end of the couch in the corner. I was holding my cheek when I looked back at my parents. My mom then said "I told you just because you got out of the hospital doesn't mean that your off the hook." My eyes started to water. Then my mom continued "Don't you start crying you knew what was coming and your lucky that it was only a slap... For now." Great more to look forward to.
My dad came over and grabbed my arm and threw me on the floor. Then he asked "So where were you when you got out of the hospital." I didn't say anything I just stared at the floor. I was laying with my legs to the side and was being held up by both of my arms. My dad took my position as an opportunity. He kicked me in the stomach and I rolled over in pain.
I was clutching my stomach when I was facing the T.V. Then my dad said "I knew it I knew you would be at that girls house." I still didn't say anything I'm not even going to try to deny it. Then my dad grabbed my arm and started to drag me. I groaned out in pain while he dragged me next to the island in the kitchen. Once he let go of my arm I rolled over on my side again. My stomach felt like it had its own heartbeat.
I managed to prop myself on one of my elbows while my other arm was still holding my stomach. My mom walks over and steps on my calf and bends down. My calf had a burning feeling to it. It also sent a shock wave to the rest of my leg. While she was still on my leg she slowly added more pressure and said "We told you to stay away from her so this is what you get." While she said that she put more and more pressure on my leg. I cried out in pain and with one last push she got off my leg.
When she got off my leg I laid back on the floor. Then my mom walked back over to my dad and whispered something in his ear. Once she finished she walked away and went up stairs. Once I saw my mom leave my dad walked over and grabbed my arm. He dragged me up the stairs and into my room. I didn't bother to fight back I was too weak to do anything.
When we finally got to my room my dad kicked me again in the stomach. After he kicked me he picked me up and threw me on my bed. He slapped my right cheek and said "That's what you get for breaking the rules now you know what happens when you do. If you keep breaking the rules it's going to keep getting worse." With that said he turned around and walked out with a slam of my door.
