I could have pretended that I didn´t care. I could have imagine that I wasn´t there hearing all the village screaming and cursing at me. But instead of that I fought back. I screamed, I cried and I begged but it seemed that everybody was unable to hear me. One Viking was holding me with violence while 5 other Vikings hold Toothless tightly.
-No, please! Don't harm him! Please!—I begged almost crying as I say how my dad took his sward and approached Toothless.
-NO!—I screamed as loud as I could when I saw how my dad killed my best friend.
I felt like dying in that moment; I stopped yelling and stopped struggling against my captor. Around me everything was screams of joy and happiness. I closed my eyes tightly and burst out in tears. Suddenly I felt how my dad took my arms and started pulling me to the house. I tried to pull away but my straight has just faded and in that point I really didn´t care about anything. When we were inside the house I felt the first punch right in my face.
I almost fall but instead of that I just stayed there immobile. The second punch was harder, I tried to hold a small cry and bit my lip until it bleed.
-I hate you.—I said almost in a whisper. My dad slapped me again; this time I felt into the ground.
-I hate you.—I repeated but louder.
On the floor my dad started hitting me whit his fist. After 5 minutes my dad was exhausted and I was too hurt to keep calling him back. He stepped out of the room and entered to his room. I tried to stand up