Chapter Twenty-Five
"Your hair looks exactly like hers. Thick, long, shiny, even when you're filthy, your hair still sticks out" he commented.
I stood rigid, afraid of what he was going to do. Usually he would just beat me. But not now.
"It looks exactly like you're mothers!"
I gasp and jump away as he suddenly bolts upright, shoving the table into the wall, the beer bottles balancing precariously on the edge of the table. One falls off and I watch it as it descends to the floor.
Dad stumbles towards me, losing his balance and falling against the table. I stood there, afraid of what he was going to do to me. I couldn't move. My eyes were transfixed to dad's stature as he wobbles towards me, his tall form looking threatening.