taste of the sweet and sour

chapter 1, dad.

Once again im late, but only by 5 mins. He should be okay with me i mean im nearly on time right?
I stand right in front of the house door afraid if its locked or not, if hes on the other side or not. I feel my dry throat tighten and my legs feeling weak. I should learn by now.

Lets just walk in. Nothing bad will happen right?

I touch the door handle and it easly manged to open this time, there he stood hardly any expression on his face, is he okay that im late? Nope.
Within a few secounds he shouts directly in my face and i could now see the pure hate in his eyes, i walk just a few steps backwards to now my poor backpressing against my front door. He countinues to shout how i dont repect him and that he trys very hard and soon comes on subject of how im a failure to myself. For multiple reasons. I just stare at him and watching his hand afraid he will hit me.

He countinues to find readons to hurt me emotionally then as i look away for a second his hand slaps my pale face and soon stinging brusing sensation fills my cheek, i silently scream inside and soon feel my nose tingle telling me i might start tearing up and my tears will most likely create waterfalls. I still refuse to look him in the eye and i feel greate force as he grab my face and presses his forhead against mine. Pure tention.
I just want this to be over... will it be over?

He finally stops. My head hurting in pain from the push like force. I try not to cry but my eyes are iching to water more. I have to stay brave.