I stared at my dad as fear started to pump through my veins. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me. It was like I was a piece of meat. He looked me up and down slowly and it made me shiver. I swear, it was like my skin was crawling and that is not a pleasant feeling.
He bent down close to my neck and breathed in deep through his nose.
“Fear, it smells good on you. It’s such a turn on,” he whispered.
I couldn’t let this happen…not again. Anger soon started to fill my body. It just kept rising and rising. I couldn’t do it anymore. I just couldn’t fight it. I let go and the anger consumed me. All I could feel was numb but it was a pleasant numbness.
Everything seemed to turn black for a few seconds until all I could feel was immense pain. Where did the numbness go? Why does it feel like my body is trying to rip itself apart? My body kept contorting this way and that, all the time feeling like it was breaking countless bones. My body finally stopped hurting and I could faintly hear a gasp.
