Life at home was terrible, it was like living on hell on earth. I had gotten beaten ever since I could walk well. I would get beaten for a lot of things, like I said in the previous chapter I had gotten beaten if I hadn't finshed something right or at the time they wanted it. My father was the one who did most of the beatings, and my mother would sometimes slap me around. It felt like I had gotten beaten for almost anything. If I had got caught talking to myself, or if I did something wrong or whatever. There would be times where I would pass out during and/or after the beatings. Sometimes if I had passed out during a beating my father would wait till I got back to my senses then beat me some more. There was a time when we were eating diner and I hadn't finished the food in my mouth that I would be in trouble. So we left to go get some dessert, I thought about spitting some of the food out little by little but my father hit me when he saw me try. By the time we got home I still had a little food in my mouth, and he had me stand in the living room and he came back a few minutes later and started to beat me. Some of the food fell out of my mouth and he beat me harder. After he was done I had swallowed the food in my mouth. I had went into my room still crying, and he said if I didn't stop he would beat me. Even though I calmed down a little he still beat me. The next day I went to the bathroom and saw that my lip was disfigured, and my mom put a frozen bag of peas on my mouth until it was healed. I couldn't go outside until it was healed, which it did with in a few days. It seemed like after my brothers were born the beatings got worse, but he didn't just beat me he threatened them to even though they were so young. One time Joshua playing by a candle with one of his toys, and when my dad saw that he was a bit too close to the fire he put his hand really close to the fire as if saying get any closer and see what happens. My brother has a scar on his rist, but I'm not sure if it was fromt that. We had just noticed it a couple of days ago. Another time my dad caught Caleb with his finger in his mouth, and he would always fuss at them for doing that. He put a knife close to his thumb saying that if he caught him with his thumb in his mouth again it would be gone. My father never beat them though, for they were only 3 and 15 months. The beatings hurt, but there is only one time that they had scarred my for life..........literally.