I lie there on the floor, blood is running down my chin from the cut on my lip, a bruise will soon be on my cheek. The familiar sting begins to surface, but I refuse to cry this time. He has no power any more.
I am no longer scared of this man towering over me. The man that claims to be my father. He’s not my father. He’s Kerry. A father for ten long years.
I choke back my tears and my hands are trembling. I begin to rise but am hesitant. I dont want him to hit me again. I dont want to see the white in front of my eyes or feel my eyes begin to pop out of my head. I dont want to have another converstation with his fist. My knees are shaking as I attempt to stand tall in front of this man that I have known most of my life. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. Not barely 5 and he had already been drinking. All I wanted was something to eat. I hadn’t said anything to him. Not a word. He asked me where my mother was. I said I didn’t know. Then the pain came. “Don’t lie for that whore!”
I stood there thinking of what had happened in just the past two minutes. Knowing that that was the last time that he would EVER hit me. My fists were clenched in tight balls to my sides and a serge of adrenaline filled my body, mind, and soul. The drunken bastard never knew what hit him. Cause it was me. And while he stood there dumbfounded – I grabbed my bookbag and ran out the apartment door.
keep running. never look back. sometimes, we are forced to face this over and over again in our lives. stand up to him again. it’s painful, but he’s in a power trip. show him that you can hurt him just as much as he hurts you. just fucking let loose and pound his ass. and bring me with you cause i’ll kill his fucking ass.
best of luck to you.
–mourning
I know how all of that shit goes. I was expecting him to die in the end but yours was just as good. I can relate fully to your story I was beaten all of my life…An now for this pathetic holiday season I am going back to visit…I know I will once again face this man who beat me since I was a little girl…..But I don’t care as long as I get to see my babbies. Keep up the good work on your storries. you had a great use of words.
*reject*
This is amazing. I would first like to ask if it is true. Truth hits harder. This is just so amazing….seems so familiar. It’s brilliant work. I’d like to see more. What happens next. Where you ran to…where you are now. You can’t run forever, but it’s damn good that you stood tall and faught back at least that much.
JENNY!!!!1 WHAT THE FALSGDJDSA ARE YOU DOING/?!?!!!@?!1 FREAKING E-MAOIL ASMETG;AGSFD;UKDSG!1