It sent goosebumps on my arms.
I looked at him my gaze hardening every second that passed.
I was starting to hate him even more.
He moved a little backward and when he was about to switch on the lights I stood up faster than a lightening and stormed out of his room.
I was so tired of life.
Especially him.
Going in my room I dropped on the bed staring blankly at the white ceiling.
Was all this really worth it.
I wondered my mind going into a fuzz.
Sleep slowly engulfed me.
Darkness consuming me.
I didn't want to sleep.
I didn't want to see the nightmare again.
The one nightmare that repeated itself almost every night giving me no peace.
It always came and when it came there was no one stoping it.
"Dad is coming ma!" I screamed and ran toward the gate to open the garage door.
Dad drove inside the garage and walked out.
"Dad today I wanna study with you" I said happy that my dad got home early that day.