The screams.

That's what I recall the most.

The screams that made my ears bleed.

Made my heart drop to my stomach and have my

throat close.

I remember the first time you hurt me.

I was just a child.

A scared lost child.

All I remember is fists.

Your fists.

The pain that was being inflicted on my body

became unnoticeable in that moment in time.

I shut down.

I shut down to protect myself.

To shelter myself from that harsh reality you

were thrusting upon my body.

The reality in which you wanted to hurt me.

Your own flesh and blood.

Your own daughter.

Me.

Dad that was me.

How could you do that to me.

being hit over and over again

Time stood still

My heart was pounding

I felt as though my head was going to explode

Time as never passed so slowly