I took a glass of water and tried relaxing it was hard because for some reason the memories of yesterday still kept interrupting my peace.

“Knock knock knock”

The person knocking was very careful, as if making sure that he wasn't heard or seen. I was sitting at the corner end of the room, nursing my body after my father had used his belt on me.

The red strips on my skin hurt even more, so I came blowing air on it. I couldn't afford a better treatment than that, Slowly, time passes by, and the wound will heal. I looked up to see who it was. If it were...