A Living Nightmare
Chapter 1: the Begging
I'M late! I have to get down there now. Maybe he's not up yet. Is that to much to ask? But as usual lucks not on my side. Lucks not never 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 there. I stop right before I hit him. I'm looking down at my feet. As he repeats his question again "DANNY! What have I told you about running in MY damn house?". I know better then to answer his question. I learned that the hard way. To never answer his question innless he makes you. So I'm just standing there looking at me feet. Then out of no where "PUNCH". Now I know better then to react to his hits. So again I just stand there. I guess that was one of his question he wanted me to answer cause he slams my head into the wall and yells in my ear "You little shit! What did I tell you?" "You told me not to run in your house. " I say. He throws my head into the wall yet again. Now I know my head is bleeding because I can see the blood on the wall witch I will have to clean up, And I can feel it running down the back of my head… "What did I tell you to say when you talk to me?" Again I don't if he wants me to answer so I just stand there. "WELL?" He yells in my face. I hate when he does that and I think that's why he does it so much. I cant stand the smell of alcohol in his breath. But anyways he yells yet again. "WELL YOU LITTLE SHIT? Do you need to get your ears checked? Did you not hear me the first fucking time?" I look up at him witch once I do I know it's bad because he hits me so hard I fall back. "What the fuck did I tell you about looking at me?" He asks. "You… You to… Told me not to look at.. At you sir." I hear myself say. "What the hell is wrong with you? Can you not speak right? Are you stupid or something?" He says. I know this is one of his question he doesn't want me to answer so I just look down at my feet like before. He smacks me and walks off saying "It's to let for you to go to school so you get to stay home with me!" I hate staying home with him. It's worse then school. Staying home with him means more things to do, more yelling, and worse of all more beatings….