Somehow, dad managed to stop himself and he stopped mom.
I was lying on the floor with blood pooling around my head from the numerous injuries that I had, and I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t move.
Dad picked me up off the floor and he carried me upstairs to my bedroom and simply dumped me on my bed, not gently either, and turned around and walked out. Slamming my door behind him.
I lay on my bed unable to move. Wondering why the hell I was still alive? Why wouldn’t the moon Goddess just put me out of my misery?
I could feel every muscle in my body aching and every puncture wound on my body was screaming.
I could only imagine what my face looked like. I could feel it swelling. It was getting harder for me to see as my eyes were swelling shut and I honestly didn’t know if I was going
