Seeing that I hit him, her darling, my mother couldn't stand it anymore. She slapped me in the face immediately. I felt dizzy, and my vision blurred.
"You are a child abuser."
"You're my child. Of course, I can beat you! If you have the guts, just sue me!"
She added, "Let me tell you. Since I give birth to you, I can beat you however I want. Nobody can stop me."
Later, she patted her butt and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Meanwhile, my brother took the opportunity to pat me on the head several times.
I struggled to get up from the ground and looked at myself in the mirror in the living room. I found that my face was swollen and there was blood at the corners of my mouth. Obviously, I had been bullied.
However, I was pleased because I kept evidence.
As nobody paid attention to me, I slipped out of the house and ran to the police station near to our community.
I shouted, "Sir, please save me. I'm being abused."
I was not even as tall as the counter, so the policeman laughed before he saw me.
"How old are you? Do you know what that means?"
Yet, the man was startled by my swollen face as he bent down.