Love Is Not Over Or Is It?

When did it all start?

- WARNING, mentions of abuse that may either trigger some readers or make you feel uncomfortable -

To be honest I never really did know when it started..it kinda just happened.
My mum walked out on my dad saying "We.Are.Done" and left me with him to suffer. I understand why she left though, she couldn't handle the yelling, crying, punches, broken bottles left everywhere but did she really have to leave me with him? Could she not of taken me with her? We could have lived happily ever after, in our own place, laughing at her favourite movie that was on, smiling when I came in from school and not wasting a minute to ask me how was my day was.
This was how I imagined it would be but my reality was far from this 'imagination'

Flashback**

As soon as my mum walked out of that door I ran upstairs and started bawling my eyes out on my bed, I was only 8 or 9 at the time I didn't really understand why she left but I knew from the look on her face there was no way she was coming back to this hell hole.

A couple of weeks after my dad started bringing lots of alcohol home, it filled up the cabinets and fridge. We didn't often have food in so I tried to eat as much as I could at lunch so I wasn't hungry later because I knew when he started drinking there was no stopping. I learnt not to ask for food from saying I was hungry and he threw an empty green glass bottle at me, luckily it missed me but I was scared that he would throw another so I quickly ran upstairs out of his way.

The next morning, I went downstairs all dressed in my school uniform excited since it was my birthday, I think I was now 9/10?  I asked him all giddy "what did you get me daddy?" He gave me a glare and whispered "I'll show you, come here."
I was so happy, that he got me something but he didn't really, he just wanted me to be his birthday gift. A punching bag...he took the first blow at the stomach and started kicking me over and over again until it went black and numb, his laugh was sinister, like he enjoyed it.

End of flashback**

He enjoyed hurting me the thing that reminds him of mum, the woman who left me to die here.

I know it's bad but I tried my best!