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Sorry

"OW!" Daniel screamed as loud as he could, but his father didn't stop punching him.
"Shut the hell up or I'll get the knife again!" said his father.
"O-okay, daddy," Daniel whimpered, with blood and tears running down his face.
"Okay, daddy," his father mocked in a whiney voice along with another punch.
"OW!" he cried again.
"That's it, Daniel. I'm getting the knife. I told you to shut the hell up!"his father said, walking to his room down the hall.
"No. No, daddy. Please. I'm sorry."
"I said SHUT UP! The more you talk the deeper the cut! Sorry doesn't bring back my liquor." After a few seconds, Daniel's father returned with a sharp, shiny blade in his right hand.
"Daddy. Daddy. No. Please no, daddy. I'm sorry. Please, no. I didn't mean to spill your drink," Daniel said trembling as his father stood directly in front of him.
"Shut. The hell. UP!" he said, suddenly slashing his son's left cheek, causing Daniel to emit a blood- curdling screech.
"Daniel, don't make me do it again," he laughed,"I will do it."
"Paul!" said a voice from just outside the room.
"Mommy," Daniel said with relief.
"One step closer, Eve, and I'll slit his throat. Go away," he said, quite calmly, holding the knife to Daniel's neck. Daniel's mother then backed away slowly, and before turning to her bedroom, she looked directly at Daniel and mouthed the word sorry.
"You know what, Daniel, I'm sick of you. Go to bed," said Daniel's father. Hearing those words made Daniel ecstatic. He stood up and exited the room. His father was too intoxicated to realize it was only five o'clock. Daniel walked into his mother's room instead of his own.
"Mommy, I want daddy to stop hurting us," said Daniel.
"It's okay, Danny. It should be a while before he can do it again; his alcohol is gone," she said, her voice smooth, soft and fluid like honey.
"Okay, mommy," Daniel said, trying to smile, but it hurt his cheek too much. It hurt to speak as well, and when he did, his speech was slurred because of the gaping hole in his face. Daniel then lay down in bed with his mother by his side.

About three hours later, there was a soft knock on the door frame.
"Eve? Danny? I'm sorry about earlier," said Daniel's father apologetically. Daniel's mother turned to face her son.
"Play along," she whispered. She then turned to face her husband and said, "It's okay, Paul. I know it was an accident. You have no control when you are drunk." Daniel quickly caught on to the card his mother was playing.
"Yeah, daddy. It's okay. I forgive you," said Daniel.
"Okay. Thank you both for forgiving me," he said, half-smiling. "It's getting kinda late and I have work tomorrow, so I'm going to hit the hay. Good night, Eve. Good night, Danny."
"Goodnight," Daniel and his mother said in unison.
"You know, Danny, daddy is right. It's getting late and you have school tomorrow. You should go to bed," Daniel's mother said.
" Okay," Daniel said, even though he wasn't tired. Daniel went to his room. It took him an agonizingly long time to fall asleep.