Mom urged me anxiously, "Monica, be obedient and sensible. Just go."
"You will be beaten to death if you don't agree!"
I shouted, "I'm not going!"
This domestic violence broke three sticks.
Until evening, when Dad was too tired to continue, he wanted Peter to take over but was refused by him.
"If you really beat her to death, how am I supposed to collect the gift for me to get married in the future?"
Dad suddenly realized and hit my head with the last blow, then threw away the stick and lit a cigarette.
"If you don't go today, I'll carry you there tomorrow!"
Perhaps unable to withstand the dual torment of physical and mental, I fainted.
I didn't wake up from the bed in the room until dawn.
The clothes stained with blood were also changed to new ones.
The snoring from the next room indicates that everyone was asleep.
I had always remembered what the teacher said back then.
I wanted to escape.
Escape far away...
Many years later, I received a distress call from my mother in the car.
She was kicked out of the house by her biological son and was afraid to return to the village because she was afraid of being beaten by my father.
I drove overnight for ten hours to pick up my mother.