I wasn't able to move away quick enough when I heard footsteps getting close. The door was pushed open to reveal my father staring at me with a grim expression. As usual, his face held no guilt and he simply stared at me. I could feel so much tension, wondering what he'd do or say. Patting my shoulder with a hand as he stepped forward, he whispered in my ear, “By now you should know what not to do, right?” I held my breath, slowly nodding. He backed away, giving me a rare smile, walking away. I let out my breath, the tension leaving my body because of his absence. I hesitantly pushed the door open wider and felt cold inside when I saw my mother face down on the floor. I stood in place, my thoughts swirling as I stared off into a space. My father never hit me so I never knew what it was like. But he'd done so with everyone. Especially her. Despite my anger, I couldn't help but still feel sorry for her, knowing that it wouldn't change anything. Instead of trying to help
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