My fathers favorite game. He has always beat me and my mother. His words were always sharp and his looks were always scary. I nod in response to him and he lightens his grip on the back of my neck. I go to my room like I was told. I try to go back to school, but they will not let me. I try to write to her, but every time I tried I was punished in unspeakable ways. God I hope she was okay.