2 Most Brutal Day

Imagine being abused for a year, and used for everything, you flee and had peace for years, just to be found again to be beaten, crippled and stripped of your happiness. That's exactly what happened the first time I ran away.. The second time didn't go so good, this is the third time. How does he keep finding me?! Life hacks or something? I wish that would even be a thing. My dad is back and inside my house, I'm already hiding somewhere as I locked the door of my room, and running to my hiding spot. I feel queasy, as if he found me right now. I would suffer way too much if he does find me, right now I'm a guardian, but I haven't utilized my powers, I don't really know how to. Actually, scratch that. I know how to use my powers, but I don't need to right now. I need to think fast, I'm scared to go down, but I'm going to do it anyways, I thought to myself. So I creeped down the stairs as I turned my head towards the man, as I got lunged at. I feel warmth in my chest, an unusual warmth, as I looked down. A spear, right inside there. I don't know what to say, but I'm fuelling with rage. My inner rage spirit took control of me, as I lunged right through the spear, and an ice spear formed as I lunged it into my dad's neck, I'm literally impaled, my dad dead and me almost dead. I flopped on the floor with the spear, I slowly removed it as I've replaced the skin and lost things in the impaled section (permafrost, extremely strong permafrost), as the body slowly healed itself. I woke up from what seemed to be a coma, two month coma, changing my clothes and running off to the guardians, until I bumped into someone, seemingly my age or a year or two older than me. Was it another guardian? It seemed like it, maybe this wasn't such a brutal time after all. Maybe it was. I can't remember much. So many thoughts going in my mind...