Bruises and Cuts

"Papi, s-stop already, you are hurting me." I said as I try to defend myself from my papi after he slapped me hard on the face and kicked my stomach with such an impact.

"Shut up. I don't have a daughter who is a murderer." He said and gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"It was an accident, I swear papi. Lo siento." Well, ever since my younger brother died, he blamed it to me. It was an accident.

*Flashback

We were heading home when out of nowhere a big truck decided to crash our car.

When I woke up, mami and papi are on the couch and they are crying. Well, mami is but papi, he was glaring at me. What did I do?

"Mami? Papi? Donde esta mi hermano?" I asked as I tried to sit up.

"H-he d-died mija." Mami sobbed. Papi then rub comforting circles to her back to calm her down. The glare papi gave me not vanishing.

"And that's because of you Santana. You killed your own brother. He was supposed to be here. With us and you...you killed him."Papi accused me angrily with his nose flaring and clenched fist.

"It was an accident. A big truck out of nowhere crashed with us. I'm sorry." I reasoned out because that's what happened.

"You evil witch. You should die." Papi said and I feel a burning sensation on my eyes and tears slowly flowed down my cheek. I cried because how can my own father tell this to me and treat me like crap. I decide to ignore it and cry myself to sleep.

"You deserve this Santana. You killed your brother." He then started to punch and kick me. The last thing I remembered is that he banged my head on the wall.

When I woke up, there is a pool of blood beside me. What the duck? I then felt a sore headache. I clutched my head and when I looked at my hand there's blood.

I proceeded to the bathroom in my bedroom to take a shower and later, clean the pool of blood downstairs. I stepped in the shower and took a bath. The water then hit the sore spot in my head and I flinched.

I carefully washed it and let the water ran slowly to the cut. I get out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and went to my closet.

I grabbed a black skinny jeans and a hoodie. I proceeded downstairs and wore my red converse/skater shoes.

I grabbed the mop in the cabinet and started to clean the mess I created even though my bruises still hurt. I wish this isn't happening to me right now but what can I do? I'm the daughter of Satan right?

After I cleaned everything, I decided to lie down for a minute on the couch and reflect on what happened to me, to my family. My mom is in the rehab because…well, after the incident, she decided to do illegal things and my papi, he…he became an alcoholic and abusive father.

Crap really happens when this is the kind of family you are living with. If only I can turn back the time, I would've save him.