He didn’t answer, which only ignited my anger even further.
“Say something, you motherfucker!” I screamed.
And suddenly, before I’d even realized, the tables had turned completely. Instead of my dad beating me up, I was pummeling him with no holds barred. Seeing as he was a former officer, I knew he could take it. I just kept wailing on him without mercy, one flurry of punches after another. After a while, I stopped; he was crumpled, unmoving, on the floor. Now I was the one on top, looking down on him.
“What’s wrong, old man? Aren’t you proud of me? I’m defending myself, just like you taught me to do all these years.”
I lifted him up by his collar and brought him close, just like he had done to me moments ago. That was when I noticed that my father’s enraged expression had disappeared
