““He panted over me, winded by his own absurd lecture. The stench of his alcoholic breath stung my nose. Again I didn’t answer. I hoped he would tire out and end his speech and hobble back to the living room without touching me. Such hopes were unlikely, as was the case this time. 'Answer me, you good-for-nuthin’ wench!' The pain bit instantly as his hand connected with my cheek. I shook my head in answer to his crazy questions, feeling a rise of warm tears.””
