I Was a Child but Not

Dad was embarrassed and cornered, which he always tried to avoid, so he had to find a way out of this mess. So Dad took it out on me. Instead of going to the man who along with himself was destroying me, I got the full brunt of Dad's wrath. He took his leather belt, and told me to pull down my pants. I was allowed to keep only my panties on. Dad then hit me thirty-five times. I counted as the hits kept coming. My backside and legs were full of welts and the force broke some of my skin. I bled a bit. However, I did not cry. There was so much anger, pain and hurt inside of me that was turning to hatred.