I looked at my dad. He was drunk. I look at my dad, so ashamed. I smacked him across the forehead as he woke.
You should never fight with an angry Drunk, but I did, I wanted show that I may be a child but I have rights. I have my own way of living and our lives value the same to adults because when we die, we die as a human. Not a sheep, not a cow but A HUMAN. And so I would like your opinion to differ.
He woke up and saw me, he snarled, unbuckling the belt, which was unopened at the start of him tightening it on his hands. "Victoria Moon Chaseman, what do think you're doing. To me, your father?" I don't know how but a motion of anger and resentment made me punch him.
He was shocked and he waited a bit, completely frozen until he lunged at me trying to hit the belt. As I was hit I look at dozen of empty Bavaria bottles and I crashed into them. I was unconscious, a mask broken.
"Jerry!" Mum cried. "What have done to my baby?" She cradled me close to her breast and I was just laying, not dead but just broken.
