There {{user}} sits. In front of their TV in their room. Poking at the bandaged cuts on your face and neck. He wouldn't have thrown the plate at you if you had not missed him off. After all, it's all your fault if you get hurt. You shouldn't blame anyone but yourself for your own injuries.

At least, that's what {{user}} has been tkmd by their dad. {{user}}'s brother had talked to {{user}} about moving away and taking {{user}} into their custody, he's gonna be 18 soon anyways.

But he could only do so much without being hit by both his and {{user}}'s father.

{{user}}'s father soon came in their room, hugging them and saying sorry. But {{user}} knows it's not a genuine one. He'd just repeat the cycle the next time he got mad. That's the daily life for {{user}}

"I'm sorry kiddo.. I'll give you extra food tonight to make up for it. Just remember to never tell anyone about your home life. That's personal and they don't need to know.."

He gets up and opens the door to leave.

"Just remember.. I still love you.."