All these years of beating you up, I wish I could take it all back. tube8 I started having flashbacks from the past ten years of my life. And by sunrise, I was covered head to toe in blood and bruises. My teachers were worried, and not just because of that, but because I had seriously started to show my anger. My rage was so blind that I can’t remember how many lashes I gave him. Then, with all his strength, he punched her dead in the jaw, knocking her onto the bed. Then, with all of my might and energy, I started to unleash ten years of rage on him. I had pretty much become a bully by midway through seventh grade. There were times when my dad would drag me down to the basement by the hair and subject me to beatings and torture that could be defined as medieval.
