It was late at night and I knew my father would come home late tonight. He only came home late if he had gotten drunk at the bar, which was very often. In an hour or so he walked through the door and slammed it shut and yelled "Get down here you waste of existence!" Obviously drunk. I could smell alcohol thick in the air. I slowly proceeded down the stairs and awaited my father's reply, if he saw me that is. "There you are!!" he slurred. I had trouble making out the words but managed rather well, I suppose.
He pushed me against a wall and kicked me in the stomach, "Hey kiddo I saw your report card," He slurred, I finally realized that's why he was so angry, though my grades were pretty good, "You made a B in science and A's in the rest, huh? That'll cost you kiddo" He said as he elbowed my side. "Ha," I said masochistically, "It really wouldn't matter had I gotten all A's, you still would have beaten me. You just pretend to have an excuse this time." I knew not to talk back, I was only permitted to talk when he said, but I did want to defy him this once. He pulled me up by the collar of my shirt and started to continually punch me in the face then proceeded to throw me onto the floor. I was far too fragile to be handled in this manner but I had no other choice. I weighed only 90 pounds at most.
I really wanted to punch that man, but I needed strength just to open my eyes, so I decided against it. I tried to stand only to be picked up and slapped in the face and punched once in the eye. When he stopped hitting me I curled up into a ball on the ground. He came back with a knife and stabbed my leg. The blood got into my already-red hair. This displeased me, not that it should have pleased me.
When he finally left I just stayed put, I needed to get up though so I picked myself up after a while and I went straight into the bathroom. I needed a shower, it felt nice the warm water against my bruised skin. It was relaxing to say the least. After my hair had no traces of blood in it I walked into my room. I sat on my bed and thought, Tomorrow's Saturday so at least I can go somewhere…do something other than get beaten… I quickly fell into slumber, awaiting the next day. Hoping It would bring excitement to my dull life.