I must have been around 12 or 13 or maybe 14.. actually, doesn't matter.. this happened all the time.
And as I type this, I have no good polished way of telling. But I hope you understand that getting locked up in a room for hours, slapped, and worse humiliated aren't the easiest of things to write about.
And I can still see him in my dreams. nightmares.
Sometimes, I just hate my dad.
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