Dawn
A sound resonates in the room, and my cheeks wipe to the side. The pain soon follows, and my eyes remain wide as I stare into the man's eyes.
“That’s no way to talk to your father and no way to talk to your husband!” He screams right in my face.
I grip my right cheek and finally close my mouth which is hinging open like a fish out of water.
I am seething at this point. Dad and I both glare at each other, and I won’t back down this time.
I get out of bed and stand up in front of him. I wobble on my feet a little and grab the bed for the support.
I point at myself, “You hit me. Can’t you see what he is trying to do? He is manipulating you into thinking I am the crazy one when he is the crazy one.”
“Shut the f**k up, Dawn! Any more word about this, and I will be the one to
