Pain! I was lying on the floor as I watched my father exit my room. I slowly, carefully tried t pick my self off the floor only to fall back as pain shot through my arm. I tried to get up using my other arm, and with great difficulty finally got to my feet. My head began to get dizzy but I made my way to the bathroom to see if there was any way to fix the damage done to my face.
'This has to be the worst beating yet,' I thought. Of course that thought crossed my mind with each beating that came. It always seemed worse than the last. My left eye was swollen shut. Blood was dripping down my face from various cuts, but mostly from a big gash on my right forehead. My bottom lit was swollen bigger than my thumb. I grabbed a wash cloth and a bar of soap, and gently worked the wash cloth over my face, ignoring the sting the soap caused on my cuts.
When I was done I looked into the mirror again and I could finally recognize my self looking back. My eye was still swollen and so was my lip, and the gash on my forehead was still bleeding as well as the various cut on my face, but I could see my high cheekbones and golden hair straight nose, blue eyes, and a full upper lip; although, it look small because of the full upper lip.
"How am I going to hide this from my teachers and the other kids at school tomorrow. I can't just say I slip and fell, like I did with the last bruise." I told myself in the mirror. Usually when my dad beat me, he always made sure that the bruises could by covered with my pants or a long sleeved t-shirt. He was always careful that way, but not this time. There would be no way to hide my face. It looked like it was used as a punching bag. What was I to do? My last thought that night was, 'God, help, what am I going to do.'
I woke the next morning with my muscles stiff and pain throughout my body. I could barely move my right arm, and when I did it caused me a great deal of pain. I stood and listened for sounds coming from the living room, or more specifically sounds that would tell me wither my dad was awake.
When I as sure that there was no sound, and that my dad had passed out, I went into the bathroom. I turned the water on, and adjusted the temperature; before turning around to see myself in the mirror. The gash on my head had started to bleed again sometime in the night and now there was dried blood all down the right side of my face. My lip and my eye still was swollen, but now the black and purple were more noticeable. I slowly took off my shirt and pants that I didn't bother to change out of last night, and stepped into the shower, knowing that my day wasn't going to be any better. If only I knew hot right I was.