My Father's Abuse-Personal Narrative

Let me tell you a little bit about me. I’m Kai, I’m eighteen years old, I’m in my last year of highschool, and I get abused by the only family I have left, my father. Don’t get me wrong I used to have a wonderful family back when I was six. It was me, my mom, and my father. My parents didn’t have any siblings and my grandparents all died when I was very young. The abused started after I had witnessed my mother shooting herself. My father blames me for her death. When I was six the worst he would do was not let me eat the food that I had to make. Once I had gotten in my preteen years he started to drink a lot more and hit me with the broken bottles, he started to burn me with one of those giant lighters, and if was angry enough he would cut me. Just one of the joys of being me is I can’t have any friends …show more content…
What's wrong with your hand, are you okay?” The girl asked me. “Yeah I’m fine, I just…..tripped over my bed and got my hand cut this morning.” It took me almost a minute to come up with that unbelievable excuse. “Minaho, why are pestering her? It looks like she didn’t want to speak about her hand.” The boy said in an annoyed tone. “Well Jeon, I was just asking because I thought that she needed some friends, but I guess that you don’t really care about friendship do you.” The girl that is call Minaho replied back at him. “It’s fine really, but I don’t need any friends. I have you.” I said while taking my seat. “Okay class, before we start today's lesson. We have a new student all the way from America, but since we don’t have enough time to introduce her, just talk to her on your own time.” Mrs. L announced to the class. Class had started it was a pretty normal day, the only people that talked or at least tried to talk to me where Minaho and Jeon. At the end of the day I was walking out of the school gates when I heard a certain girl calling for me.
“KAAIIIII! KAI! Wait up Kai!” Minaho yelled from the front entrance of the