I got up out of bed and walked out in to the livening room. "Sit down Payton." Trick said. "Ok." I replied.
I walked over and sat on the couch he got up. "You are going to be punished." He said in a calm voice. "For what?" I said. I did nothing wrong he is probably going to make some shit up that I never did.
"For..." He hesitated "for taking a...a shower." He said with a stutter.
I can't believe this "so you are going to punish me for taking good care of myself." I said with a attitude. He replied " yes now don't give me attitude." As he raised the back of his hand and slapped me across the face. I let out a a moan and blinked back they tears that where coming.
Then he grabbed a sharp knife and reached out for my arm. I put my arm in his hand. I bit my bottom lip trying to hold the tears and moans that might come out my mouth. Turning my head he took the knife and slowly scraped it down my arm. I let out a couple cries and a tear rolled down my cheek. He through the knife across the room. "Go back to the bedroom." He said in a mad voice. I got up and ran to the room. I sat on my bed and took my ripped and dirty shirt and dabbed in on to my cut.
