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7 months ago..
22:07.
"Demi?" I call for him as I walk through the corridor, on my way to his room. I wipe the tears from my eyes with the long sleeves of my grey grandpa sweater, sniffing as I try not to cry so much.
Emphasis on the word 'cry'.
He used his belt on me this time instead of his fists. Well he still punched me a few times but he used mostly the belt.
The pain was inexpressible.
My back still stung after all the strokes he gave me, as well as my abdomen due to all my crying and his aggressive punches. My dad had a little too much Bourbon, in fact, he drank the whole bottle by himself. I caught him at a bad time, some business deal went sour and he lost quite the amount of money. Leave it to me to walk into his office while he was already in a bad moo
