AFTER MY FATHER'S

than my mother constantly cursing and ignoring me like I was a disease. Sometimes I would lay down facing the roof, looking up at the stars my father painted for me on my room ceiling, wondering why he really he left us. I would sometimes think

d say furiously. "Her", it was all "her" what about m

es nor safety just a broken home. They would sometimes get lost in their conversations if not arguing or having meaningless sex

ael around. She would get crossed over nothing, I would ignore her, do not bother her

er I heard or not it was not a problem to her. I did not dare go to the kitchen for food if she did not call me, and if I did not hear whiles she called, I would stay in my room until

er; I got beaten up so bad I had to sleep with a hungry stomach and a throbbing body. Although, truthfull

other shrieked f

tanding in the kitchen in-front of Michael, holding hands with him

y father' I gave

el. I want you to listen and take all instructions from him" my

le ignoring her although this time I wanted to protest, I don't know why b

t with ignorance and spite, and if I were to disapp

ders, nod and go do them nothing more nothing less. It was boring for me but better that being beaten f

e. I wondered what it meant but I shook the thought and went back to

f her" she wa

ith her" Michael obliviously aske

! She's weird" sh

other asleep as always. School wasn't much because it was our first day back. We only prepared our classes and chilled around until it was noon, they had given us a half day off and we were all happy about it. I went to my fr

lot of interest. I learned

e vigorously contin

core, and the way Michael was acting; like a father figure to me, it filled me with s

watery, my heart ponded faster than normal. I decided I had had enough of him so I dashed into my

you" he shouted as he

into my room pushing me with the door and sat down with me when h

stically said acting like he cared one bit as he mov

d, I hated having him arou

ting to turn red with anger. He had anger issues. If you did not do a

will be good friends" he stood u

uttered with venom as he took out his

ut it was no use. Michael left my hand and th

e and now you just made me angry" he g

and over everywhere, not caring where it landed. I cried and begged for mercy but he continued, he was so ruthless and aggressive. I was so beat up and hurting I couldn't move anymore. Seeing that he was not getting any reaction from me anymore he tossed the belt aside and started hitting me with his fists

ng around the room, he looked at my unmoving body that was laying on the floor bre

me again on the stomach gaining little wh

g, my pain was too much; raising my head

he, the world went hazy as I

loser, I want you to answer when spoken to, do

h tears and blood from Michaels fists. He dragged my body close to him, but I crie

n the face with a fist. At that time I just lost s

s woken up the next morning by my mothe

d!" my moth

ve of pain down on my private area. I looked at where the pain was coming from and saw lots of blood on the floor. I sobbed silently not wanting to ala

d at myself in the mirror and cried at the sight. I noticed an excruciating blue eye where Michael hit me last night, a bruised lip, and a huge lump on my head. I took out some make up I had stolen long ago from my mother's room and applied

s?' I wondered as I finished

out of the bathroom I heard

the thought of h

ed at me dead in the eyes like he didn't remember nor see what he did to me. I l

y in twenty minutes. Understand!" h

looking at his reaction when he was l

very well I did not want to