"...My father was addicted and broke....He beat me and my mother for no reason...Always...I was so cowardly that I hid behind her and started screaming...."

Christian spoke in a calm tone, silence between each sentence, trying to maintain that calm tone. He quickly got up from the sofa, sighing deeply, while pressing his fingers on his forehead to take the headache away from her.

"...One day...we were about to lose the house...we didn't have any money...and for that my mother started crying...then my father went crazy and started screaming, cursing and hitting...this time was different. Every time... I would see her blood covering the floor without... if I... moved..."

Christian...