"You rotten little monster! What the HELL is wrong with you?" yelled my father at the top of his lungs. "You can't even get a simple diner right. Ugh!" He walked towards me, his arms ready to punch me.
He pulled his am back then swung at me. His blow threw me half way across the room.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Please. Please stop, daddy!"
"What did you call me? I told you never to call me that crude word. I am Mr. Swan to you!"
I screamed again as he punched me in my rib, then once again in my head.
Then I blacked out...