Conversations

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              Chapter 11  Conversations

                        

"Who the heck was that?" My Dad asked angrily

"It was just a friend from school?" It sorta came out more of a question then an answer

"Just a friend huh?" My Father said rather darkly

"Umm, yeah. A friend." I said and my palms started to sweat since my Father seemed to be getting angrier by the second

All of a sudden in a matter of seconds my Father grabbed my hair and yanked it so hard that it felt like my hair was being ripped out of my skull. He then shoved me against the nearest wall with a lot of force.

"Did I say you could have friends? Did I say that you deserved friends? Because if I did then I must have been lying, because you deserve to rot in a hole. Don't you worry though, I'll make sure that you experience lots of pain before you die."

And with that he smiled evily and grabbed my by the hair and yanked it so hard that it forced me backwards until I landed on the hard floor, as soon as I was on my back on the ground, my Father started punching and kicking me in all directions.

After what seemed like hours I heard a crack and the worst pain I have ever felt shot through my ribs and I knew just then that I must have a broken rib. As soon as my Father heard it he stopped his attack and he knew his mistake.

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