Life... abused!
I fell on the floor, and my ears started ringing. I could not hear what he was shouting. I could not think. My forehead and my right eye was hurting so bad that I did not want to move. I just wished he would stop. I wiped my tears and my nose. I saw blood on my fingers, but I did not have enough energy to try to find out where I was bleeding. I tried to take support on my hands and sit straight, but he started walking towards me, seemingly very angry with something, landed a slap on my ear and held me by my right arm to pull me up to make me stand. He was holding my arm so tight that it started to hurt me a lot. I tried to pull his hand off using my left hand but his grip was very tight. He slapped me again on my left cheek and then threw me on the bed. I fell on the bed unable to understand what was happening. He started walking towards me. It seemed like he was possessed. Some devil had taken control of him and was taking his anger out on me. I have no idea what I had done...