Kyle

"So what makes you hit my mother?" I inquired, staring at the look on his face, he kept mute at first. I guess he knew I hated the fact that he was mute to my question.

"That's a very hard question and I'm thinking you're too young to know that"He chuckles as he fills his mouth with pancakes, picking out a tissue to wipe the sides of his lips stained.

"You promised to say the truth to my words" I stuttered as he retorted,

"Well that's the truth"

"What are you saying?" I was getting shocked at her words, I knew something was off about my father.

"You heard...