Greg ran the cold water, shivering and managed to get the vomit off his head, face, mouth, and began snorting water to flush his nose out.
When he turned off the shower, he released that there was no towel.
Knowing that his dad would kill him if he got water on the floor, he waited for an hour for the cold water to evaporate.
Greg walked out dry bitterly shivering, 6 A.M Sunday.
He got to work immediately making breakfast.
Then his father came down and banged a frying pan on his head, and Greg saw stars, but Greg did not allow this to disrupt his breakfast making.
Greg's dad went to the table and grabbed the newspaper, rolled it up, and hit Greg across the face with it.
Greg stumbled knocking the pan off the stove, and then Greg's dad screamed, dragging Greg's arm into the stove fire.
Greg screamed, but his dad held his arm there till it turned black.
Finally he let go and Greg stumbled back, holding his charred flesh.
Greg howled like hyena.
Then Greg's dad grabbed the newspaper again and smacked Greg's face.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU SELFISH BASTARD! YOU MADE ME SPEND! YOU! MADE! ME! SPEND THIRTY FUCKING MINUTES LAST NIGHT TRYING TO WHOOP YOUR ASS!" Greg's dad screamed.
Greg was bawling his eyes out, he was in living hell!
Then Greg's dad grabbed Greg by the hair and threw him into the basement once more, Greg landed on the bottom floor and sprained his wrist.
Then Greg's dad locked the door.
