When I walk in the door, I see Samantha sleeping on the couch. I get her up, then start stabbing her with my fist.
She woke up. I went to my room and locked the door.
I got home and the clock read 3:57. I still have time to get a snack. I grabbed a snack and watched TV.
I dozed off. When I woke up, I found myself in another pool of blood.
Why does my dad have to be like this?
Well, after my mom divorced him, he started being abusive when I was 6. Ever since then, I've gotten harder beatings.