Help

In my room, nice and quiet. Until footsteps from out the door. Dad comes in all liquored up, NOt like usual a little more. The yelling starts, the violence begins, He tells me to get ready to pay for my sins. Jolts me from the bed, A stinging sensation across my face. IN my mouth the blood i taste. I fall the the floor with intense pain. My dad screaming my name. Pulls me by the hair, I get out a scream as my shirt tears. He slaps me again and tells me to shut up. He leaves the room as I lay lifeless. Then a thought crossed my mind To get to the phone. I crawled over picked it up And to my relief there was a tone. He picks me up and throws me across the room HItting the wall The last thing i saw before i blacked out was my dad standing tall. I awoke with doctors around me saying i was badly injured They told me my dad said i fell down the stairs, but i beg to reconcurre I couldn't move that well i hurt to badly Couldnt talk could barely walk Dad comes in A different side of him from last night Said lets go but i didn't want to Tried to talk Useless No doctors in sight Walking out couldn't stay here it starts here we go...