Where it happened: My house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I remember this day like it was yesterday, even tho it was 20+ years ago. 15 – I was a sophomore in high school – hung out with all of the bad kids, and started to party/drink/smoke. That didn’t carry on for too long tho! It’s was in summer, august or late July I’d like to say, but before I continue let me say, my parents never hit me- this was the first and last time. ANYWHO, it was summer, I had a “curfew” of like 12 AM or 11 AM or something, I don’t remember. I was at a party and I got high, and drank a little, I got home at like 430ish in the morning and if you ever seen the movie “dazed & confused” at the end when his mom came outta no where- well yea, that’s what happened. my dad came out of no where and pushed me on the couch, and was shouting at me all of this stuff like ” where have you been?!”, “have you been drinking and smoking?!” “you’re grounded!!” which I didn’t take too seriously due to the fact that my dad was only 32 and not too much bigger than I,( he had me at 17; so i seen him as not too much older than me ) so I stood up, pushed my dad outta the way and said some smart ass remark, and I remember us arguing and then for some reason, my dumbass 15 yearold wanna be all tough self Thought it’d be a good idea to punch, and yes I said PUNCH my dad in the face. why? I was stupid. it didn’t hurt him much- but he did get a small bruise on his upper cheek bone, but anyway not even a full second after I hit him, he flung me against the couch, Grabbed his belt and starting whipping my butt like his life depended on it. I remember just being in shock at the fact that I was just getting hit for the first time, helpless like a little kid, and I guess now I realize I was just a little kid. but My father went on and on and on and o- you get the point. it had to be like 15 minutes later or atleast felt that long, when my mom woke up and walked in. She grabbed my dads hand and made him stop, thank god! and I remember just standing there bent over the couch with my head down wiping all of these tears that covered my face and when I finally caught my breath my mom came and told me to go to my room and sleep. I did, and I remember my father coming into my room later that day when I woke up, he apologized for freaking out on me and going a little too far, and I kind of ignored my parents for like the rest of that month because I felt awkward and embarrassed, but yea. Let’s just say I never touched my father again.
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