He threw me violently into a wall. I winced in pain. "No! Let me go!! No! Momma!! Help! Daddy!" I yelled scared. I was so defencless at just 6 years old. Slash. A knife sliced my lower back. I screamed in agony, tears running down my cheeks.
"Shut up, boy!" The big man carved a horribly painful design into my small arm.
I tensed, only increasing the pain. I was frozen in shock. More silent tears fell, and I realized I had been holding my breath so I gasped for air. Suddenly my mind began to process again.
."No... No please! No, my momma is coming! She'll have you thrown in jail! Let me go! I won't tell anyone!"
"I said SHUT UP." A large hand clunched in a fist and swung. I saw his bloody cracked knuckles, and then zip. Out like a light.
