There was nothing I could do. I was staring into the face of a monster. A ruthless, merciless demon. In his eyes, I wasn't even a number. Not only was I an accidental creation with no reason to live, I was a murderer with no right to live.
Which, I was, by definition.
"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!"
I might as well have been talking to a hungry panther. The look in his eyes was wild, crazed. Far beyond hearing the explaination I'd screamed, at least, a thousand times.
He swung that bat over me, again, this time hitting my arm.
I heard the crack before I felt it.
He looked at the bloody heap that I was, and his eyes softened. Not by much, but maybe enough to rid me of this torture, for just one night. One night to redeem myself for the accidental murder I'd commited.
No. No, there was no redemption for what I'd done. That's why I was here, suffering.
No, my tears and my pleas weren't enough, because he raised that bet again, this time bashing through my skull.
"Daddy, I love you."