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I stumbled back while trying to regain my balance. The sharp pain in my shoulder was crying for attention. I nervously touched my arm. Feeling the wetness, I knew I was bleeding.
"Shit." Looking at my shoulder, I see the rip in my shirt that used to cover my shoulder.
As he got closer, I moved back. We started fighting upstairs and we ended up in the kitchen. Here, my father stood holding a knife.
"See boy." He taunted while walking closer.
"I always told you that I brought you into this world and I can take you out." My dad grinned.
"See I raised you in this house. And you- " I chuckled.
"You ain't raise shit. Mom raised me. She was here while you were out in the streets." I told him. His smile dimmed.
"If I put food on the table, clothes on yo back, and paid the bills in this bitch, I raised yo ass. " My dad yelled, pointing his finger at himself.
I shook my head. I shook my body as a way to get myself together. I was slouching on the wall but I stood up straight to show him. I will put a good fight.
"See you're an ungrateful motherfucker. I taught you the game. I mean I showed you everything that I know and you betray me. " He got closer again. I moved more to the left. So, I could walk out the door way into the living room. He came along.
"I guess the student has suppressed the master." I said with a chuckle.
I knew my cockiness and jokes were pissing him off. I don't give a fuck. He caught me by surprise when we were fighting and he pulled a knife to cut me.
"Oh really? Why didn't you kill me yourself? You know since you are the big man now." He questioned. "Why aren't you acting like the big man now? You're running from me now like a BOY. "
"I am more of a man than you are. How about you put the knife down? We'll see who is the real man." I challenged. He stood there in thought.
"Okay fine." He threw the knife across the living room. The metal dinged as it crashed to the floor, then sliding under the couch.
I charged at him. I knocked him on the floor. Throwing punches to his face, he throws his hands up to stop my blows. I wasn't letting up. At some point, he grabbed my fist and slapped me with his free his hand.
He used his weight to flip us. He punched me in the face.
"And to think, you murdered your own father behind a bitch." He shouted. I reached my arms up to his neck. He pushed my arms away while standing to his feet. Before I could stand, he kicked my side.
I coughed and groaned from the blow. He sent two more kicks to my side and one to my stomach when I curled up to protect my side.
"Look at you, pathetic like your mother. " He lifted his foot to kick me. I grabbed his leg and pulled him to the floor. His head slammed against the floor.
He yelled in pain. I stood to my feet. When I did, I kicked him in his nuts. He yelled again.
"Yeah, I had yo ass killed because you killed my mom and tried to take my girl. I couldn't let you get her too. " Dad looked at me surprised.
"Yeah, I know you murdered mom. You beat her every single day. You're the one that's pathetic." I said kicking him again but time in the face.
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The Broken Girl
General FictionI could hear them searching my room. "Where is she? You said, she would be here. We made a deal. I gave you weed and cocaine. You gave me your daughter to pay me off." The man said angrily. "She'll be here soon and she'll be all yours to sell. Anyth...
