Another sad story...
... I hid his 2 bottles of whiskey,but I just kept shaking my head.His mood changed very fast and he started shouting and grabbing my arm...the arm I told my mom I was accedently pushed against into the wall...I had to have an explination to all the bruises. My mother is an workaholic and is hardly ever around anymore...wich gives Mark alot of time to order me around and bully me into doing everything he demands.The fact that she didn't know,kept me happy.It would break het heart knowing what was going on and that is the last thing I want. So,that same night, it got worse.He said that if I didn't behave he'll tell my mother he caught me smoking or just make up a different story to get her to take his side.I started to talk back and throwing snotty remarks at him...stupid me!He took me by the hair and hit me on the cheekbone so hard that I can still remember how I felt the swelling.I skipped school the next two weeks because I was too ashamed to show my bruised face. My mother was at my cousin's wedding so she didn't find out.But that was the final straw and a sunny Sunday afternoon turned into a day of drama. I finally phoned the police...it took so much courage but it was something I had to d...