I fall to the ground as his fist hit my jaw. He stormed out of the house, leaving me on the ground. I called my best friend, Michael.
" Help me Mikey!" I cried into the speaker, my jaw bleeding.
" What's wrong Fancy?" He sinabi with a soft, yet sharp voice.
" My father punched me again. I need your help!" Blood dripped on my arm.
Michael breathed heavily and sinabi " Okay Fancy. I'll be there."
" Thanks Michael." I sinabi and hung up. I grabbed a paper towel to dry out the blood.
Soon enough, Michael and his brothers rushed in to help me. A lot of blood was on the napkin and everything turned black while Michael was holding me in his arms.