Pain Tolerance

I remember the Arguement as vivdly as the screen infront of me. I remember the power of his voice blasting through my ears like a black night swarming over a beautiful day. And I remember the force of his hand slamming against my body. I remember the pain that shot through my body, the shocks that felt like a million knives stabbing my face, and tearing it apart. I hate him

I remember the Arguement as vivdly as the screen infront of me. I remember the power of his voice blasting through my ears like a black night swarming over a beautiful day. And I remember the force of his hand slamming against my body. I remember the pain that shot through my body, the shocks that felt like a million knives stabbing my face, and tearing it apart. I hate him. This is my Step Father. This is what happens when i am a bad girl. Sometimes, its not just a meaningless slap. He is so much bigger than me. I am just a little girl. Hiding in my closet wishing to die, just so i don’t feel it anymore, He opens it and yells out “Peek-a-boo!!!”. Those Terrifying words shatter through my heart. And he pulls me out by my arm and onto my bed for a clean shot. First time, he pulled back and flattened his hand, and threw it at my face with immense pressure. I felt so Broken. A tear shot out of my eye, and a dropplet of blood flung from my mouth. Apparently that wasn’t good enough, so he tried again, but i resisted this time, out of fear for my own self. Bad Idea. Never Defend yourself. It only leads up to worser things. He picked me up and threw me against the wall though. I expected another slap, but his hand curled into a deep fist of anger and morbidness. And He punched me. The fucker punched my mouth. And he dropped me… He walked out of the room, after spitting on me and calling me white slutty trash. And that was it. I was forever broken.