I tried my best to catch up to my fathers strides as he stormed out of the hospital and towards the car in the parking lot. The chilly air bit my skin as I ran towards him. The look on his eyes made it seem that he was going to kill someone just by look at them. Once we got near the car, I opened the door to the passenger side of the car without saying a word to him and got inside. I didn't dare speak nor looked at my father when he was in this state. In my peripheral vision, I saw him enter the driver side of the car and slammed the door shut before angrily starting up the car. The next few minutes of driving was actual pure hell, as he continued to speed up on the main road like a demon. I clutched the edges of my seat in pure terror as I saw dozens of cars wizz pass us in a blur of colors. At one point my father flipped off someone and honked a few times at the people in front of us every once in awhile.
It was after when we almost hit another car, that I couldn't take it anymore.
“Dad! Slow down!” I cried to him in fear.
“Hayden, I know what I am doing!” He said to me in anger. It didn't seem like he did though. “Dad please! Slow down, you're not even wearing your seat belt!” I tried to reach over him and latch the seat belt on him but he smacked the side of my head which caused my head wound to throb in pain. Blinded by the pain that he inflicted on me momentarily, I sat back in my own seat and cradled my head in an effort to numb the pain. My father turned back to his driving, not even looking once bit concerned about his act of violence that he did against me.
After a few more minutes of that hell hole driving, he finally stopped disruptively in front of our house. The pain from which he inflicted on me began to slowly subside to a duller pain as I opened the door from the passenger side of the car and closed it gently behind me as I began to follow my angry father to the house. Once inside, he immediately turned against me. Rage was still evident in his eyes which caused me to look down at the floor immediately.
“ARE YOU GETTING INTO FIGHTS AT SCHOOL?” He shouted at me at the top of his lungs. His words echoed against my eardrums making them bleed a little bit. I slightly shook my head 'no' again like I did at the hospital. However, he didn't seem to want to believe me because before I knew it, I felt the sudden force of something hitting me against my head once more. I yelped in both surprise and pain as I went down to the ground, my vision went black for a bit but soon came into focus. My father towered over me, his face contorted to a murderous look of fury down at me. His teeth gritted in a slight snarl as he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and lifted me off the ground.
“No son of mine is going to be a pansy!” He yelled at me. In sheer terror, I began to tear up a bit. My father seen this and he grew more angry if that was even possible. “Are you crying?”
I tried to secretively wipe my eyes with my sleeves and shook my head no.
“That's just perfect, I really did raise a pansy of a son. REAL MEN DON'T CRY.” He shouted at me. My father then proceeded to throw me against the ground harshly, which caused me to hit my head once more against the stair case. Its surprising that I haven't blackout fully with all of these head blows that he as been giving me so far when we came home as of yet. It still fucking hurt though like a son of a bitch but I dealt with it as he continued to beat, assault and mock me for the next couple of hours before he finally gave up on me and left to the bar once more.