Warning: language

Your point of view
I went inside, dad breathing down my neck. As soon as the door closed, I turned around to be smashed into a wall. I groaned in pain as he came up and punched me in the stomach. I fell to the ground, clutching at my stomach, blood dripping from my mouth because of how hard he hit me.
"I told you! I told you to stay inside!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
'No you didn't' I signed. He slapped me in the mouth.
"Don't back chat me skank!" He yelled. I felt tears stream down my face. He stood up and went to the front door.
"I'll be back later, you're to stay in your room." He demanded as he slammed the door, making me slightly jump. I then ran to my room and cried into my pillow. I pulled out a photo of my mother from before she had died. I sighed and put my head on the pillow, slowly drifting to sleep.