SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!
Pain and agony fill him, through every cell, submerging and drowning him. His father's fists are old acquaintances; they know every inch of his body, every weakness, every old bruise and hairline fracture. They are accurate and no matter how drunk he is, he is never drunk enough to hit so hard that oblivion will carry him away from the pain.
Eight. Twelve. Sixteen. Twenty. What did it matter? No escape and no place to hide. He saw her face, through slitted, blood-filmed eyes, as she watched from the shadows. That faint smile.