It's Not The First Time
He threw me against the wall, and I heard my rib crack. *Thump* I slid down it, and hot tears burned my cheeks. *Sob* The front door opened and then closed, Dad walking out to drink away the pain in his knuckles. *Slam* I'm all alone. It's not the first time it happened, and I knew what to do next. The crawl to m...