I finally reared back and punched my father in the face. And he went down really badly, overall.
I'd spent years watching him abuse my mother, and my older sister, belittling them, not letting them have any freedom. I didn't understand what he was doing for a long time, but once I did, I couldn't stand by any longer. So I punched him.
He hit his head on the table on his way down, and that killed him. I didn't intend to, but that's what happened, as my mother will attest, she was there, with her old bloody meat tenderiser.
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