Late at night, please give me half a cigarette

Chapter 19 I am Meat on the Chopping Board

"what--"

The adoptive father yelled in pain, and subconsciously let go of my hand.

I took the opportunity to kick my adoptive father on the chin, and he took a step back holding his chin, so I quickly turned over and jumped off the table, and ran away.

"Damn it, you damn girl still dare to hit me!" The foster father rubbed his chin and caught up with me in three or two steps. He reached out and grabbed my collar and threw me to the ground. When I landed on the ground, I felt my whole head buzzing at that moment, and I almost fainted.

When my mind was still unclear, my adoptive father came over and immediately rode on me, grabbed my neck, bowed left and right at my face, and kept hitting me.

Maybe it’s because I thought it was treasonous for me, who had always been resigned, to resist him so violently. This time, my adoptive father beat me so hard that I could only lie powerlessly on the ground, protecting my head with my two arms.

"You fucking dare to hide!" The adoptive father gasped amidst the yelling and scolding, "Don't say your little face is soft to the touch, do you know how much I spent to raise you so big! Kiss and touch Don't let it go, you ungrateful bastard! See if you have a long memory, whether you dare to resist Lao Tzu next time!"

I was so beaten up by my adoptive father that I felt dizzy, my cheeks were so hot and painful as if I had been scalded, and my adoptive father's curses kept coming from my ears.

My consciousness began to gradually blur, and everything in front of me was a little unclear, and I felt that I was plunged into darkness.

Then I was like a piece of cut meat, thrown casually on the cutting board, letting my adoptive father tear my clothes, I even seemed to hear the sound of the fabric being torn.

"You god damn it, if you can't see you for a while, you're just playing tricks on me here!"

The violent roar of my adoptive mother pulled my sanity back from the chaos. I opened my eyes vigorously, and found that the eyes were swollen and I could only open a small gap. The clothes pulled him up from me, and I punched him on the head.

"If you are not serious, you will not be serious when you come to the house, why don't you show your face!"

The adoptive mother cursed at the adoptive father while slapping the adoptive father, and the adoptive father smiled while dodging, and said to the adoptive mother, don't say it so harshly, the child knows how to play if he doesn't study hard, I am educating her!She's only a little older, and her hair hasn't grown fully yet. Can I move that mind?
After the adoptive father finished speaking, he immediately hugged the adoptive mother, and said with a smile, if you have anything to say, let's go back to the room and talk, we are on the bed, and I will answer whatever you ask, without ambiguity.

When the adoptive mother heard this, the cloudy weather immediately changed, she turned her head and tapped the adoptive father's forehead with her hand, and said with a smile, it's a dead ghost, there's nothing serious about it... That's for the son, take it easy for the old lady!
After finishing speaking, my adoptive mother gave me a vicious look, raised her foot and kicked me on the chest, and cursed: "You have learned to seduce people at a young age, bitch, please be careful! Be careful not to break your legs." !"

I was kicked aside by my adoptive mother, but I had no strength at all. I lay there unable to move, and my mind kept thinking, why should I live? It would be great if I died like this now.

If I die, I no longer need to be scolded or beaten, I don’t need to look at other people’s faces to get by, and I don’t need to live in panic every day.

Yes, why am I not dead!
Thinking about it, I arched my body with difficulty, found a wallpaper knife from the grocery pile, measured and measured the rusty blade on my wrist, and finally made up my mind to press it hard, but found that it really hurts .

I threw the rusty wallpaper knife out like crazy, smashed it against the wall, then put my head in my hands, curled up against the wall and cried bitterly.

Is it true that as Ye Yaoyu said, I want to be bullied all my life in this kind of place?
(End of this chapter)