wasn’t anything really to be concerned about. But looking back I was very na´ve, I guess.
After the little parent intervention things became a tad intense between us. I’m not really sure what caused it, but something definitely changed between us. I’ll never forget the first time he hit me. I was shocked and I couldn’t speak. I remember the blood pouring out of my mouth because he had hit me so hard. I remember rushing into the bathroom of my house, almost losing my footing because the ringing in my ears was so loud. I tried hiding it from my parents, but I am sure they noticed that something was not quite right between us.
I was only young, 16 years old to be factually right and I was very much a timid mouse, so I didn’t have the nerve to stand up to him and ask him what the hell he’d