The scars i have reflect the violent childhood i once had.
Reminding me of one of the worst nights i can remember. With my dad and his violent temper.
My dad was a good man but an abusive one.
Thinking it was best for us. But sometimes like this night he had just lost it.
I dont remember what i did wrong.
It never really took much to upset him.
But my brother took the blame for it instead.
Knowing what was going to happen.
As my dad started with the yelling at him.
Then all the sudden he had his hands wrapped around my...