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I am young but not dumb or naive I know what abuse is , I was 4 when dad hit me the first time, he reeked of a sour smell and he was off balance . mom stopped him before he went too far and she warned me
" next time you avoid him when you see him like that " her words echoed in my head .
Next morning dad apologized swearing it won't happen again, I believed him , not even a week later it happened again, why? I don't know .
Idiot me believed him again it kept happening again and again. To the point that whenever I saw him learnt to lock myself in my room. it worked until I was 5 years old .
Mom wasn't home , he staggered home reeking of the same sour smell I wasn't quick enough to avoid him before I was slapped and tossed onto the hard floor .
Tears pricked my eyes though I knew better than to show it , mom came back 30 mins later and I already had a couple broken ribs ,she gasped and gathered me up in her arms .
She took me to the hospital and Dr mido....Something tended to me . The abuse never stopped until I was 8 , I learned soon enough that the sour smell meant he was drunk and he seemed on some pretty strong drugs .
My months old sister was crying and I tried to get her to stop but he grabbed me by my hair yanking me back mom quickly grabbed his arm but he pushed her and she hit her head .
Blood was flowing from her head , the agonised scream burst out of him before he realized it ,
The neighbours arrived calling the cops and ambulance and they were on the way to the hospital , cradling his baby sis when Dr midorima came to tell him they saved her life but she slipped into a coma .