I fall onto the floor. Why do I have to be clumsy? I hear my father wake up. He sits up and sees me. His eyes are drilling into mine. I now know I'm just good as dead...
My father stalks towards me and I'm too scared to move. He grabs my hair pulling me up. I whine in pain. He throws me against the wall. I groan rubbing my head, which is now throbbing...
