"get here u bastard child"he growels,a feet away from where i hide,squahed in like a bug,a cold hard wood bottom,the shelve enough to hide me,and for him not to notice.It was all ok until my nose was itchy so i quickly scrached it but my dad always had good ears,i felt my hair being yanked out of my head as he draged me behind, i was lifted,put on a tafel, tabel as he yank my head back"what were u trieng to do,brat?"he sneered in my face and before i could tell him the mes already slashed my face,blood steaming down.I cried out in pain and crumppled as he threw stempel, punch after punch,im brusied as he leaves,i decide im leaving here for good.When night fell,she took a bag and raced down the straat into a new life.
