A Living Nightmare
OH SHIT! I'M LATE! I have to get down there now! No more wasting time, maybe he's not up yet.. Maybe it's not too late. That's not to much to ask for right? But as usually luck is not on my side I hear him yell as I'm running down the stairs. "DANNY! What have I told you about running in MY damn house?" as I reach the bottom of the stairs he's right there. I suddenly stop just an inch from his face. I look down at my feet as he repeats his question once again. "DANNY! What have I told you about running in MY damn house?" Now you see I know better than to answer him. I seemed to learn that the hard way witch is how I learn a lot of my lessons. I am every hard head and stubborn. Anyways I learn to never answer or even open my mouth without him making me, so I just stand there looking at my feet like always. Then out of nowhere "PUNCH" I know what happens when I react to his hits, his yelling, or whatever he can throw at me. So I just stand there hoping and praying he won't hit me again. But I'm guessing this is one of his questions he wanted me to answer, cause he slams my head into the wall behind us and yells in my ear "YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" "You told me not to run in YOUR house" I hear myself say. He throws my head into the wall once again, as I left my head and see the blood witch I'm going to have clean up, then I start to feel it run down the back of my head. "what did I tell you to say after you talk to me?" Again I don't know if he wants me to answer so I just stand there. "WELL" he yells in my face. I hate when he does that most of all and I know that's why he does it so much, I can't stand the smell of all the alcohol on his breath. I almost puck as he yells at me once again. "WELL YOU LITTLE SHIT? Do you need your fucking ears checked?" Without thinking I look right up at him, once I do I knew it was wrong to do because he hits me so hard I fall back. "WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LOOKING AT ME?" He screams at me. "you… you.. you to… told me no… not to ever look at you si… sir.." I hear myself choke out. "what the hell is wrong with you? Can you not speak right? Are you stupid or something?" he says. I know to keep my mouth shut so I just stand there looking at my feet. He slaps me and walks off saying "It's to late for you to go to school" He then turns around with an evil smile and says so sweetly "so you my boy get to stay home with me." I hate staying home with him, its worst then school. Staying home means more things to do, more yelling, and worst of all more beating… and that thought scars me to death…