There's one thing to describe my old man. A drunkard. Every time he comes back from work, it's always bottles, after bottles, after another. He lied there on the couch lazily as he hiccuped a couple of times before laying his eyes onto me.
Shit! It's always bad when he's like this!... I began to break into a cold sweat—first the fight and now this? I'm already in a bad state as it is. Why now of all times!
I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn't stop from sweating in fear. I was on the floor being cornered by my old man. Him just towering over me, as he began to raise one hand, and then. *slap* He slapped me across the face on my left side of my cheek. Yep, still remember the way it stings, I remember this pain all too well. I looked up back at him. Glaring, while rubbing my cheek.
And I regretted that. I've never looked at him in the eyes before. He yelled at me as he said,"Damn that slut! Left me being tortured by taking care of you! You mother fucken bastard! Your worthless. And let me repeat myself. Your WORTHLESS!" He then turned around to put up an almost-finished glass bottle of beer-turned back around towards me, and tried to throw the empty glass bottle at me.
He missed and the bottle hit the wall instead. Little pieces of shards broke and were scattered all over the place. I covered my face for protection as they all land and hit the ground. He hiccuped again as he stomped towards me and grabbed me by the hair, and kicked me in the stomach. His hands were strong. Back in his day he would hit the gym, and I was his punching bag. His way of putting all his emotions and anger onto me.
I coughed up some blood. He still gripped my hair as he then dragged me across the floor, and only for my face to meet a hard wall. He repeatedly banged my head onto it until I was a gushing mess. That's when my mom came out and cried as she tried to protect me,"L-leave him alone Dontae! He's just a kid! I-"
"Shut for fuck up!" My dad or should I say monster said as he yelled and punched my mom in the face as she fell to the ground. She tried to get back up, but he kicked her in the stomach as she trembled,"L-leave....h-h-him alone!...he d-didn't do anything wrong!" He glared down at her as if she was a worthless, helpless animal. Before he could do anything do her, I took action,
I punched him in the face, and just as I predicted, he let go of me, as I stood in front of my precious to defend her. I wasn't going to let him hurt her! Not without a fight! I thought to myself as I found myself glaring madly into the devils eyes of my dad—stood across from me as he took some time to react from the punch earlier. We were then piercing into each other's eyes for a split second.
I was in fighting position just encase he'd tried to fight a mano-mano. That's when he leaped towards me unexpected, and got a hold of my throat with one hand. I had one eye closed shut, and the other open as I was battling for air, I gritted my teeth as I spoke," L...et go..o...of me-!" I said as I tried to use all my strength to pull him strong grip off my throat.
That's when he started to pour his alcoholic liquor onto my face, and I sniffed/breathe in the liquid, and was starting to choke and cough it up. "That's right you little shit! Drink! Drink every last drop of it!" He said in a sadist tone as his grip on my throat became tighter by the second, and continued pours his drink with the other. That's when I stared to fell dizzy, and my hands slowly started to lose its strength.
They came down slowly to my sides as I no longer had the strength to do anything, I couldn't breathe from the lack of oxygen as my vision was slowly starting to fade into blackness as the deep, night sky. And before I knew it, I was knocked out.
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Bastard || クソ野郎
AcakI first discovered I was a piece of shit in my freshman year-in the dark alleys of town was where it went down. My heart was pumping, while my chest was screaming. My mind was running, air was freezing.
