Standing on the front porch of my
home.
My brain a kaleidoscope of insults,
lies and promises.
I take a long breath.
Hopefully my last?
And then I open my front door.
Immediately I heard shuffling come
from the other room.
Stepping inside, I brace myself as the
front door clicks shut behind me.
And then I catch my father’s damning
figure come thundering out of its den.
“And Where The Fuck Were You!?” His
roar rips across the room and slaps me in the face.
I just stare back at him.
“I was studying with friends and didn’t
realize the time had gotten so late, so I decided to stay over.”
A believable lie.
If it wasn’t Saturday.
“Bullshit!” the words spilled from his
mouth amidst a flood of venom.
A quick stride across the room and I
felt the back of his hand ignite my face with fire.
I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that.
And I staggered.
Which then gave him the quickly taken
chance to slam me against the wall.
The air vacates my lungs and I fall to
my knees struggling to inhale.
I could feel my father’s eyes boring
down upon me.
“Freak.”
That name rang triumphantly from out
his ragged fuck hole of a mouth.
“Fuck.” I spit back and receive a foot
in my stomach.
Tears stream down my face.
“I fuckin HATE you!”
I feel his fist grip the scruff of my
shirt and he roughly lifts me back to my feet.
“Freak!” He screams and throws me to
the foot of the stairs.
And trying not to let him see my face
I take my chance and scramble up the stairs and into my room.
“FREAK!”
“FREAK!”
“FUCKIN FREAK!”
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