It was a gloomy day, the sky was full of thick gray clouds as it was lightly drizzling outside, as i was sitting inside my cold dark room it was lit up for a millisecond as lightning struck the wet soggy ground outside my window. I can hear the door down stairs slam shut and then the shattering of glass as my abusive father threw a glass beer bottle on the ground or maybe even at the wall, shattering it. Its been like this ever since i was 4 when my mother and i got in a car accident and where hospitalized my mother suffered from a large head injury that she sadly didn't survive from. Sometimes i think that if it had been the other way around would it have been better? Would they have gone on with there life and had another child and forget about me or would he have hurt mother like he hurts me? My father says i'm lucky to be alive, i say its a curse. Suddenly my train of thought is interrupted by my bed room door flying open hitting the wall, reopening the old hole i had just filled up which he would make me redo once again. "So you didn't fix that hole i told you to fix before i left," he said with a slur from how drunk he was. I stood up scared he would hurt me, well i knew he would but if i made him any angrier he would beat me longer then he usually would. As i was about to answer him he interrupted me when he started to yell louder then he did when he busted my door open, "You didn't did you?" he started to laugh lowly "You just love to piss me off don't you?" i looked at him and started to stutter out "N-no, i'm s-sorry father i f-fixed it b-but then you-" he cut me off once again "So your trying to blame me, to cover up for what you didn't fix?" he said coldly as he started to take his belt off, i started to become more fearful for what he will do to me this time.