Baadrung

I took a step back, only to bump into the wall behind me. I tried to run towards the door, but I was unsuccessful.

My father took another step towards me, a belt in his hand.

"Come back here, sweetheart."

I stood frozen in place, fear coursing through my veins.

He laughed, taking long strides towards me. When he reached me, I closed my eyes, readying myself for the attack.

He hit me.
It didn't hurt.
I didn't care.

It only hurt when my mom just stood there, her face expressionless as she saw me get hit. I cried then and it felt pathetic. She didn't save me, didn't cry for him to stop. All she did was stand, a blank look on her face.The only person who I thought loved me acted as if nothing mattered. She never did anything, and I thought the world might
be ending. I felt shattered then; broken, worthless and pathetic.

I was Baadrung.