"you gay piece of shit!" he kicked me in my ribs.

tears slipped down my face,

but i refused to get up and hit him back.

"fucking bitch!"

"stop!" my mother tried to pull him back, but he pushed her away.

"you're trash, bitch boy!"

i let him kick me and punch me as much as he wanted.

even if she wasn't the best mother,

i would rather him hit me than her.

of course,

i highly doubt he would ever go that far.

"fucking die already!" again, he kicked my stomach.

"stop already! can't you see he's bleeding?!"

"i don't care! maybe he should bleed out!"

my mother had enough.

it was like something inside of her finally snapped.

"i want a divorce."

my father froze,

turning towards her.

she was crying.

"you don't mean that."

"yes i do! i'm sick if you hurting our son like this! hasn't he gone through enough?"

he looked at my body on the floor for a second before looking back at my mother.

he said nothing and left the main hall.

"are you okay?" she ran to my side.

"peachy."