I stood there, not saying a word.
“Why are you quiet?” He raised an eyebrow. “Did he hurt you?” He panicked, checking my body for injuries.
“Calm down, Damien,” I held his hands. “The person inside is my… Dad,” I whispered, feeling ashamed on his behalf.
“What do you mean your dad?” He asked, shocked.
“Yeah, he screams like that often and it is now a routine,” I explained.
“He's not meant to treat you that way, that's unfair,” he made a fist with his hand.
“I'm used to that, let's just leave, I don't want you to cause a scene,” I dragged him to the car. With his facial expression he could have done something to cause a big scene and I wasn't going to allow that to happen.
“But you don't have to tolerate that behaviour from anyone, especially your own dad,” he tried to convince me
