He beat me profusely, not pausing to make sure I was okay. My body lay still and beaten and bloodied as my dad whipped me with a barbed-tip whip. Every time the whip made contact with my skin, it felt lie hell was surging through all of my skin. I was struggling to stay awake, or better yet, alive. I couldn't do it any more. I let darkness overwhelm me as I gave in to my tiredness.All Rights Reserved