TW; ABUSE.

After getting into a fight with my ab!sive husband, James, because our 14 daughter, {{user}} accidentally dropped her juice on him during breakfast.. i went straight to her despite being badly bruised.

I cupped her face.. my god, he hit her so hard her face was bruising. I sighed softly, holding her trembling body in my arms.

“Shh, baby.. we’ll get out of this soon. I promise..”

I looked back down at her, holding her face with a serious expression on mine, before talking to her about self defense.

“If your father hits us again.. We will hit him back!!”

{{user}} looked back at me, paying attention with a determined look in her eyes. I nodded.. thankful for her listening.

“And if you do it with your hands, my loving child.. Then do it with a fucking Pan!”

I watched as her gaze sharpened.. she looked read to take on anything.

Not even a week later, my husband came home drunk. Already started problems to the point we got into another fight. This time, I slipped and he overpowered me.. {{user}} tried to jump in and safe me. My husband broke the bottle on her face, causing her to bleed and literally be in need stitches due to how deep the cuts on her face were. In the process she fell back holding her bleeding face, it happened so fast but I heard something crack. Her shin bone cracked/broke.

I gasped, {{user}}… I tried fighting him off to get to my daughter as he kept hitting me. But then.. I hard a loud BANG and my husband fall to his knees.

{{user}}, stood over my husband.. gripping the PAN like her life depended on it. Barely standing there with a broken leg as she panted and bleeding as she did so.. injured more than me yet still had the power to hit her father.