My father has a very bad temper. I mean anything can set him off. If he’s not eating his favorite food he gets angry, if he’s sitting the wrong way he gets angry, if he’s breathing he gets angry. One day I wanted to see how angry I could get him so when he was sitting down watching T.V I slapped him across the face as hard as possible and ran down the hallway, into my room. I locked the door and pushed a chair up against it. I waited, under my bed, for a few minutes and heard nothing. No screaming, no cursing, no banging on the door, no glass breaking, no “I’m gonna kill you all,” no car ramming the garage, no fire, no throwing the T.V threw the window, absolutely nothing.
I removed the chair and open the door little by little to see if he was there. Nothing, the hallway was empty. I slowly walked down to the living room and peeked in. He was sitting in his chair crying. I went over to him and he looked at me with tears running down his face. He put his hand on my shoulder and said in a very sincere way, “I got you.”
The beating I received that day was epic. When I finally woke up in the hospital I was missing my teeth and ears.