That Crash Saved My Life...

"DAVID I WANT THIS HOUSE SPOTLESS BEFORE WE COME BACK OR I'M KICKING YOUR ASS AGAIN!" Dad yelled through the door. Then I heard the door slam. At least mom went with him so I don't have to worry about her trying to stab me again. I walked out of the room cleaning the rooms quickly.
Time skip~
When he finally came home with mom I was done. "DAVID COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" I dragged my feet from the kitchen to were he stood. I walked in front of him. The first thing I felt was his fist connecting with my jaw. I squeaked as I fell to the ground. His foot connected with my stomach. He brought his foot back again it connected with my stomach again and again and again. After 5 more kicks he grabbed my blonde hair yanking me up. "Is this house clean David?" "Yes, ...sir" I squeaked quietly as his grip got tighter. " Really now? Is All of the laundry dried and folded?" Shit... "It's s-still i-in the dryer sir.." He grew angrier with every word. He drops me again. 1 kick. 2 punches. 3 kicks. 4 punches. An hour later he's finally done. "Your mother and I are going out to eat. Don't you fucking eat. No food tonight. Got it?!" He screamed in my face. I nodded. Since its summer me not eating is hard. It's been three days since the last time I ate anything. "Be back later. Make something of yourself and clean up this shit." He points to the blood on the floor. "Y-Yes s-sir..." He frowned then shoved me down to the ground. Walking out the door slamming it closed. I clean up the blood and go to bed.
Bro's Pov--->>
I woke up in the middle of the day to the sound of the phone ringing. I groaned lowly. "Strider residence." I spoke groggily into the phone. "Yes is this Derek Strider?" God why does she sound so fucking formal. "Ya this is him." D and Dirk walked into the living room where I was sleeping. "We have called about your parents..." I dropped the phone sinking to the floor. No no not them. " D picked up the phone putting it on speaker so all of us could hear. "What about them?" ..