‘You’re lucky today, boy. It’s your f*****g luck that I’m having a good day,’ he giggles, and the alarm turns on in my head at once. It’s always a bad sign when he laughs. It’s worse than when he shouts, because this is when he is most evil.
I glance at my mother who is sitting on the kitchen chair, shrinking as small as she can, and in her lap, my younger sister is perched. I can sense danger in my stomach, and at times like this my heart is beating so strong there is a strange pulse to my ear. As if someone is beating a huge drum in my head. Dum-dum-dum. I steal a glance at the open door, quickly sizing up my possibilities. I could run from him, because when he’s drunk, he’s much slower. Once he’s caught me, it makes no difference anymore, but while I’m on the loose I have advantage. Ho
