"Mommy, why is he beating you all the time?" I said, hands shivering around the thin quilt.
"Because even love is in the form of darkness." She said back with a smile as we both were locked up in the room.
"Where were you, kid?" My dad yelled as he shoved me to the couch. I laughed at his surprising question, he never asked unless he wanted me to take another blonde fuck for him.
"Walking." I hissed as my back ached from the rough push. My dad had good aim. He was always like that around me and my mom, he never loved her.
The foul smoke erupted everywhere in the small apartment. We only had one living room where dad slept and my tiny room since dad liked to
spend more on prostitutes and drinks.
"You didn't make my dinner." I rolled my eyes at his accusation, it wasn't like we had anything to eat.
"Fuck you and your dinner.” I stood up in rage as he clutched my shirt and dragged me to my room, he took his sweet ass off of his favorite couch just to beat me up. I laughed harder as every punch cracked my face and my dad got even more defensive. He left me alone after he realized
he had spilled all my blood out for a while. I knew he didn't have the guts to kill me because he needed me for his benefit.
I didn't move from the floor as I stared up the ceiling and cried for my mom.
The blonde haired girl didn't come to school today, I hadn't seen her, not that I cared anyway.