Collide
He was bigger than his dad now, 6′1 to his dad’s 5′10, and strong from throwing hay and hauling bags of feed but around his dad, he still felt like that small boy hiding in the closet.
Levi sat still, waiting for his dad to either finish his dinner or pass out in it. If he was lucky, it would be the latter, but one was as likely as the other. His mother pushed her food around her plate. Her lip had started to swell where his dad had backhanded her. “How’s the spaghetti, honey?” she started to reach for his plate, “can I get you some more or some….” Suddenly, Levi’s dad reared up like his mother’s hand was a snake, yanked her toward him and punched his mother in the side of the head. Screamin
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