chapter 19:

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Throughout the trip my father didn't said anything, and it stressed me out and it give me a bad news, my father was focused on driving and thoughts, and did not look at me at all. After a journey that lasted about two hours we arrived home. My father came out first and I followed him, during the ascent to the house I kept my distance from him, I did not want to make eye contact with him or cause trouble.

My father opened the door and waited for me to enter. And I entered with no choice. My legs were shaking in pain. I looked up to see what my father was doing but a hand slapped my cheek.

"Who the hell gave you permission to sit???" The scream was heard all over the walls, my father waved his hand quickly and slapped me, my body fell to the floor the blow was huge, my body failed and my head landed on the floor.

"I'm sorry… Dad please…" I begged, my body shaking, no more. I cannot, "Please ..." But my father scolded me, kicked me in the stomach. And I choked on pain, coughed terribly, my heart once again tightly tears came from his eyes. It just hurt, my father hurt my wounds, and opened wounds that healed and created new wounds and especially when the belt whipped me.

"Ahhhhhh" I screamed, it hurt, and the whipping was hard he whipped me in the leg with his hand in the back, my body can no longer. I am all shaking begging to be asked to stop but as I ask the intensity of the blow only increases.

"Ahhhhhh": My throat hurts, my voice no longer comes out of most of the pain and pleading. But my father did not address it, he continued to beat, and did not stop. My soul cried out for him to stop and my body told me to fight, to get up , and to run away, to do everything to get out of here, but I could not my father is my whole world. I cannot.

"What did you tell him?? What did you tell Rosen??" "

The belt hit me again and I screamed, "Bastard" banging hard on the floor and sticking to it, the tears had already formed. And on instinct I put my hands on my head to protect it. After a few seconds of screaming the silence came, my father did not hit me did not say a word. And I was stressed. What is my father planning now? What's going to happen to us? Where is he going? At a quick glance I was looking for my father and my heart ached when I saw him approaching me with a knife.

"Dad… Dad… what are you doing…"

"No. No … Do not do it… I'm really sorry…"

I moved my body to dodge, I tried to avoid or run away from it the knife was in the air aimed at me.

"Tell me! A useless child .You have ten seconds to tell me where you were or you died." My father waved the knife and out of fear and panic I let out: "I do not know. Please believe me. I do not remember, do not do it. Please!!" I defended my hands across the road to prevent disaster.

"I do not care! I want an answer, bastard "I lowered my arms slightly to try to calm him and his father down.

"I swear, I do not remember"

"So you're still lying to me?"

His father came to swing the knife but out of fear I screamed: "I know ... I fainted in the street, I do not remember please believe me"

"Say again" His eyes widened, he did not believe what I expected what to do, I must find a solution, I must flee from here.

"You're gone for a week and you're lying to me?" Why? Why he does not believe? I do not deserve this training. With great courage and immense pain I tried to rise. I'm going to show him and make him believe that I told the truth. After a few seconds I stood on my feet very weak and shouted: " If you do not believe me then kill, I do not want the self-begging please" My father looked at me and I fell to the floor again, and I now understand that I made my mistake. I was not allowed to try to stand on those feet. But as soon as I sat down something sharp cut my hand cut off my hand, amounts of blood flowed, my body screamed and his throat along with it, I screamed in pain, I folded from the pain.

"And that's what happens to who breaks my instructions!" My father threw away the knife and disappeared from the living room into his room. And I lay on the floor and did not move, the events of the week were too much for me, I was weak, and injured, and my hands were bleeding. I walked very slowly I took a garment that was on the floor and stopped the bleeding but as soon as I stopped it terrible nausea attacked me and I vomited, until there was nothing more to vomit out, my vision blurred and my body collapsed and exposing flooded me and my eyes closed.

I blinked my eyes, my body did not move my head in a crazy way, I raised my hand a little and put it on my head, I tried to remember what happened and why I was lying but a sharp pain pierced my head that made me sit up quickly and put my hands on my eyes and let out a cry of pain. My breathing was heavy, my vision had not returned yet but my senses began to return until I heard the apprehensions in the room, I looked away I saw my father and Arnon talking.