"Come here, runt," my father bellowed. I slowly
walked over to the couch. My dad looked up. He back-
handed me.
"Go get my beer," he said. I went to our little yellow
refrigerator, but there wasn't any beer left. I went
back to where my dad sat. "There isn't any left," I
said. Angrily, he stood up, "What!" He threw me against
the wall and started to hit me. I began to scream.
Blood was dripping down my swollen face and down
my clean white shirt and ripped blue jeans. Finally, onto
the blood-stained carpet. He grabbed my once-white shirt
and threw me against the old TV. The television fell over
and broke. I tried to get up, but I was too weak from
struggling. My dad was furious. He picked me and
yelled, "Look what you did, runt!" He grabbed his
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