“I hate you,” I lie but his face taut with anger, he heads out of the bedroom and marches stiffly down the stairs. My hands cover my mouth to stifle my sobs and cries from him. I want to bed him one last time but I won’t. I’m sick and tired of him not listening to me. Sick of this one-sided relationship and sick of him manhandling me.
He is just like my dad. Rough and abusive. He’d let me fall by… pushing me?
Confused between him and my father, I am not quite sure what had happened between us just now but I do know I am not going to be here when he returns.
That kind of behavior is how it started before it got worse. My father didn’t just start hitting my mom. First there was the verbal abuse followed by a little push here or there, then slaps followed by full blown beatings.
I’m wire
