Mom walked to and for in anger. She called me some minutes after I spoke with dad. She kept on shouting and shouting on phone while I just cried. She came home some minutes later. Dad wasn't mad at me as much as I expected.

He spoke softly to me and asked me if I was alright.

He promised to be home in some hours. When mom saw I was feeling sick, she made some food for me and sat down on my bed as she watched me then forced me to take more drugs. Some minutes later, I slept off. I felt my body aching as I turned. I...