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“You little bastard!” my father roared, his face reddening with rage.
When he lunged forward with a swinging right hook, I was ready.
Ducking sideways, the bone in my nose narrowly avoided another break.
“Joey, please,” Mam wailed.
“You’re getting slow, old man,” I sneered, as my fist made contact with his jaw. “Or else I’ve just learned all of your moves off by heart.”
“Teddy, please don’t.“
“You think you can beat me?” He staggered forward, both arms swinging with fists that felt like concrete blocks when they made contact with your flesh. “I’ll fucking end you, boy.”
“Oh my god, stop it now, both of you!”
“Not if I end you first,” I roared, spearing his huge frame to the kitchen tiles. Not an easy thing to do when he outweighed me by at least five stone. “Prick!”
“Yeah, Joe, fucking kill him!”
“Shut up, Tadhg!”
“D-don’t, Joe. He’s not w-worth it!”
“Shut up, Shannon!”
“Tadhg, go up to your room now!”
“Mammy…make it stop!”
“Dada ow-ow.”
“Can you hear them?” With my hands around his throat, I squeezed with every ounce of strength I had inside of my body. “That’s your family, asshole. And they’re scared shitless of you.“
“Little cunt!” Reaching up, the bastard fisted my hair and dragged me roughly off his chest. “Think you’re a full-grown man?”
“Joey!”
Now it was my turn to have my airwaves restricted when my father’s beefy hand clamped around my throat.
He didn’t need to use two hands to strangle me, either.
Not when his hands were as big as shovels.
Throwing one good punch, he connected with my eye-socket so hard that I felt the vibration down to my toes. “How’s that for a taste of your own medicine, pretty boy?”
“Teddy, please stop!” That was Mam. “He’s your son.”
“You might have come from my prick, but you’re no son of mine, boy,” he sneered, and then added insult to injury when he hacked up a phlegm ball and spat right in my face. “Little fucking mammy’s boy is all you’ve ever been!”
“Teddy, please!”
“Shut up, whore!” Dad roared. “Or you’ll be next.”
“Fuck you!” I tried to scream, but it only came out as a strangled whisper.
Sitting on my chest with his full weight pressing down on my already deflated lungs, my father continued to taunt me.
“Come on, tough man, fight back.”
