It was cold and wet, I was tired and hurt and alone.I knew things would be like this but I kept going back, I had nowhere else to go.I walked to the house and that little light was on as it always is when there has been a fight,and I knew there'd just be another one as soon as I stepped through the door.But deep down I didn't care anymore I couldn't care I should say, it's not like I planned my life to end up this way or something.I sighed and opened the door and there he was sitting in that stupid chair watching my every move with those horrible crimson eyes.
Then it happened, he got up so fast I didn't have time to scream before he was beating me to the ground...I didn't cry, or scream or even feel the punches as I rolled into a tight ball trying to find some solace in his outrage.When it was over he stood looking as if no emotion ever crossed his face.
"Never disobey me again, Yue...I found you and kept you from death...I let you live with me because you had no where else nor any one else to go to..."He said bending down to look into my face with that all too familiar look of hate that he only reserved for times like this, "and all I ask is for obedience from you...I raised you like my son, so as a father you should show me respect, understand?"
he said going back into the living room, and as he sat back down he motioned me to get up and come to him .I did not care or mind the bruises that were already forming or the small drops of blood that were on the floor.I got up slowly, and took great care in trying not to knock into anything.He was already mad as it was I did not want to risk making him any angrier.
I stopped in the doorway to the living room and waited.Finally he sighed and looked at me, no longer was there that look of hate but as always he went from that to looking at me as I supposed a father should look at his so called son, he looked at me with kindness and sympathy and a look one might define as fatherly.
I'm sure I'm the only one he ever gives that look to, not even his so called friends ever got any more than a few words, a sneer, or smirk , or a small smile from him...I got every emotion he had, but mostly I get anger, then hate, then before it's all said and done...fatherly love.
He finally looked up and beckoned me to him and I went to him..My father...my tormentor...and my savior.
This post has been edited by Scourgekito the hedgehog: 24 April 2009 - 07:14 PM


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