The First Time My Father Ever Beat Me

My father was screaming in frustration and rage; I in despair and pain. His hands were numb from the intense and physically demanding actions while my butt was numb, finally free of the pain it endured in my situation. He slapped and slapped and punched and threw things at me, heavy things that hurt. There was nothing I could do. No way to fight back was present, only ways to possibly ease the pain. Finally, with one last, he kicked me and struck a decisive blow!!! My character went sailing off-screen and the announcer declared “GAME!” My father had beaten me in Smash Bros for the first time ever. He jumped up and down in celebration like a kid, something I should have done. In my rage I threw down the controller and accidentally destroyed it. Then my father got the belt and started beating me with it as punishment.