I ran to go get my father 2 Advil pills and a large glass of water with ice in it. I also went to grab an ice pack fro the freezer. He always asked for these things when he was hungover. If I don't have these things ready, he beats me. I hate it but can't do anything about it. 

When I heard him descend down the stairs, cursing and shouting about how the world was moving, I knew I was in for at least a half hour beating. I cast my eyes downward as he entered the room, knowing he hated when I stared at him or even simply looked at him. I take that back, he hates everything I do. He is probably going to yell at me for averting my eyes too. And I was right. 

"W-W-Why you..whyyy...youuu..look like ...p-p-puppy," he slurred, not even getting out the correct words or sentence. He tried again. "Why, why,... you look...like.. k-k-kicked," he then hiccuped, "p-p-puppy?"

Why do I look like a kicked puppy? Probably because I am, I though to myself.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

Then the room got very still, he stopped in his tracks, and looked at me. 

"What,... w-w-what did you,...(hiccup)...you say b**ch?" he demanded.

I gulped and drew in a deep breath when I realized my mistake.

"I mean, sorry sir." I said desperately. 

He stalked towards me, or more like he swayed and stumbled.

I backed up until I felt the counter behind me. 

"S-Sir, I have school t-t-tomorrow, I don't t-think you s-should h-h-hit me." I stuttered.

"And why not sl*t?" he grinned at me in an evil way. He knew I had messed up.

"Well, I will have bruises." I tried to reason with him.

"That is what make up and excuses are for wh*re," he shot back.

And with that, he slapped me hard and with a cry of pain and surprise, I fell to the kitchen floor. I only hoped that Molly was out of ear shot of this conversation.

"Get up b**ch," he snarled at me. "So what will it be, your sister or you?"

"Me"

"So be it," he said calmly, and with that, he punched me in the gut and as I fell to the floor, he kneed me in my mouth and I hit the side of my head on the floor. He twisted my arm and took the large glass of ice water on my head.

That was the last thing I remembered before I was knocked unconscious.