I heard the front door open. My heart pounded. I sunk down, leaning against the base of my bed. One of the figures burst into my room. "So, you thought you got rid of me, didn't you," the familiar voice of my dad echoed around my room. How could I forget that today was his prison release day? "Didn't you?" He repeated. I cowered away from him. "Well maybe I need to teach you a little lesson. Get up," he spat. I rose to my feet, trembling in fear. "P-please, dad, please," I winced. "SILENCE!" He yelled. I froze, tears streaming down my face. He clenched his fist, striking me hard in the stomach. I cried out in pain. He hit me a second time and I felt my ribs crack. Then he spotted something: Michael's jumper. He grabbed it, his face burning red with anger. "You've had a boy in here, haven't you!" He shouted. "N-no, dad," I stammered. "LIES," he screamed, slapping me hard across the face. I fell to the ground with a thud. I saw his vile face scrunch up into an evil grin before everything around me turned black.
