the most traumatic part of my childhood, one memory when my father was yelling at me and shouting and calling me disgusting things yet again, and I was fed up with the emotional abuse so I slapped him. He charged at me and grabbed me by my wrists, dragged me across the floors and up the staircase and threw me on the bed and pinned me down and slapped me over and over., yelling “HOW DARE YOU HIT YOUR OWN FATHER?! YOU HAVE NO RESPECT WHATSOEVER FOR ME, I’M IN CHARGE OF YOU AND YOU SLAPPED ME?!” my mom spit directly into my face while my dad held me down. I was crying and screaming and begging. They locked me in the room. I went insane in those moments, I felt like I was in a spiraling horrible loop of pain, both emotional and physical. I tried to sneak out of the room and run to the fire department near our house, to go to the police. my dad yelled at my mom to lock the doors, and yet again dragged me into the room, hit me, pinned me down and spit in my face, and locked the doors. I think I fell asleep or unconscious or something on the floor while I lay there sobbing. When I was conscious again, the first thing I saw when I looked down at my hands were my wrists. they were PURPLE AND BLUE. I had bruises all over my wrists, blue and purple circles, because my dad had gripped my wrists so tightly. I cried when I saw that, and I cried when i realized that it was still the same day. I have no memory of what happened after that, I think maybe because my mind blocked out the memory because it was so traumatic. I was 14 when this happened.