When I got home, entering the mansion I saw my dad giving a huge slap across my mom's face, she fell to the ground, holding her cheek.
"Do you think I have time for nonsense,' he roared and broke the vase beside him. "Don't ever tell me what to do, don't you ever try it at all, my son is going to get the discipline he deserves, I will train him the way I want him to be trained and that's it and my final decision."
Panicking, I ran towards my mother and helped her to stand up on her feet, frowning and then, I glared at my father.
"What are you doing here?" My father questioned with venom, his hands were in his pockets as he smirked at me.
"Are you asking me such a question, father?" I snarled. "How can you slap my mother like that, she's your wife. How can you be so cruel, since when
