Thursday, May 28, 2009
you set me free. 12:07 PM
When I say freak it actually has the same weightage and seriousness as the word *uck
I just don wnat it to sound so vulgar.
He hit me again. & mummy wasn't around this time.
Reason: For going out yet without telling him
Which I darn message both mummy and him.
I showed him the darn message and he ignored it, he totallly did.
Oh i fact, he freaking bloody flung my phone right across the floor.
And it landed all in pieces. And my mico memo card went missing. Freak him.
And he slapped me. And demanded to know why I went out. That dumbass.
"I give you 6 seconds to tell me"
"1.. 2.. 3.. "
"I told you already what, it's in the message"
"4.. 5.. 6.."
And 4 slaps were delievered right across my face. Along with 2 punches on my right arm.
Oh he totally ignored me. That fucker.
The whole process happened about 6 times. Including the retarded counting.
Yes, I was FREAKING slapped near 30 times and punched over 12 times.
Oh no. It was no exgeration, the pain was real I tell you.
It left me giddy unable to stand and momentarlly deaf. I hate him like mad.
My whole bisecp was covered in blue black.
And both my cheeks were swallon, my whole cheekbone hurts, up to my ear, and down my lower jaw. Both sides.
And there's a slight blueblack if you see carefully.
Think it's over? Guess again.
He pushed me down to the ground and kicked me repeatedly.
Den he threw a bloody mug at me.
And he wnet up to take a hanger to hit me.
At the end of everything, I could taste Blood in my mouth.
My nose bleed and there were blue balcks on my lower back.
My cheeks were swallon. Blueblanks on my bicep. and all.
I hate him to the max.
I didn't cry throughout the whole thing. I mean, it's not pride or what.
I just didn't cry. It was pain. Darn pain. But I dunno excatly why either I didn't cry.
But after he had his share of fun, I stood in the same corner and frooze for almost 5 mins.
I was afriad & scraed I guess. God, I could have never been more more frightened than this.
After that, I slid down to me knees and sobbed like mad.
And examined all my wounds. )):
Compared to last year, it's a lot better already. It happened once every week last year.
And I swear I never actually told anyone the details and all.
But it was really really really really hell for me.
I would have freaking hit him back long ago. I would have. Oh I so would have.
Mercilessly in fact, Very much mercilessly.
I do not care if he's my dad. Doesn't give him the right at all to injure me like that.
His affairs were his darn mistakes. NOT MINE.
Why take it out on me. Dumb fucker.
The only reason why I'm stopping myself from doing so is because:
-If I were to really fight with him & he'd hit me more thereafter.
-I need a home, he can chase me out and trust me my mom cant do anything about it. trust me sh cant, she can threaten to fall out with him and all. But i know she wouldn't becasue she's afraid of losing him. Anywyas I don't wanna drag more relationships down. I rather she not.
Sometimes I am in the wrong. Oh. Yes. I'd admit.
I'm no perfect child either. And times like that.
I'd try to understand why he do that.
Even though it doesn seem to be a good enough reason to hit me.
My neighbour actually dragged me down to see a doc.
Cause the injuries were bad. My inner gums got cut too you know?
And my throat hurts. Not the sore throat kind.
But the inner blueblack kind. I dunnoe how to explain.
Emotionally. I'm alright. ((: HAHA. Just need a day or two to get my confidence back.
Physically... ... I's be okay I guess. It will heal no?
"I meant to scar you and cut off your hair tonight"
What kind of a dad says that? )):
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Though all of that happens,
I'm happy for stick~~ He's feeling a lot better.
Muahahahas. SMILES okay?? ((:
Don't snap. ((: I'd buy loads of glue for you on your b'day. ((:
HAHAHAHAS. ((:
No matter what, I'd always be happy
Melody
define.FREEDOM
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