"lunania! your making dinner!" my dad yelled at me "fine!" i yelled back as i walked to the kitchen. "watch your tone with me young lady!" he yelled louder "sorry" i mumbled as i got dinner ready. today, dinner was soup, as always. when i was done, i gave it to my father, before walking away. "wash the clothes, lunania!" he yelled at me next "whatever" i said as i got the clothe soaked so i could wash them. i could hear my dad opening a bottle of wine, and i knew what that meant. "lunania, go wash the clothes again!" he said, waving his hand at me. "no." i said firmly. "what did you say?" he demanded as he got up. "i said, no"i said, shaking a bi.t 'smack!' went as his hand connected with my face. i went sprawling across the floor, crying. "i never loved you! its your fault your mother is dead!" he shouted as he kicked me, again and again. "im leaving!" i shouted as i ran, got my things, and ran away crying