i stood on the threshhold of the computer room. he had his back turned to me. i was angry. something i cant even remember...
but i stood there.
and waited.
things come blurry, like when on the verge of tears. i just saw something come flying at me. a book? all i remember was that it hurt. i was stunned. i was on the ground and something just... just snapped.
i cried. i cried for all the years i was hit, kicked, pranked, called names, threatened. i sobbed and sobbed and yelled at him. he was at my side. his hands hovered around me. his hair in his eyes, as always. he was whispering, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry. please don't tell mom. please don't tell."
i turned away from him. nothing mattered anymore...... nothing mattered.
little did i know that every year, he would get worse.
a knife being thrown at me,
horrible names,
and always the laughing........
