I Voluntarily Faced My Abusive Father

Summary

My dad was a violent drunk. Every time he went off the deep end, his fists would find my little brother and me. When the dust settled, he’d always toss a few crumpled bills my way as a twisted apology. I took the cash without a word. I even used it to buy his favorite greasy pork ribs and the cheap, burning moonshine he loved. The neighbors tried to call the cops for us, but I always shook my head, rubbing my bruised arms with a quiet, knowing smile.

If he beats me, Bobby gets a break.

But that was before the night he lost his mind completely and pushed Bobby off the edge of that unfinished high-rise at the construction site.