The cold click of the deadbolt sliding into place sent a wave of icy fear up my back.  I thought I could smell the distinct smell of whisky on his breath, only to have my fears confirmed by the nearly empty bottle of jack on the table.  His grip tightened around my wrist.  The pain shot from my arm to my neck but the scream died on my lips.  "look what you’ve done to me! I hate you!" he screamed.  Covering me in a shower of alcohol soaked spit.  "I’m sorry", I whispered dipping my head to the floor.  The pain in my wrist was making me dizzy.  "you're a discrace to me.  to everything.  nobody could ever love you.  nothing you can do will make me happy", he mentioned as he threw me to the ground.  My head hit the edge of the table and the pain exploded behind my eyes.  Silent tears slid down my cheeks, mingled with blood and tears.  He ordered for me to stand and so I did.  I was startled to see the lack of feeling in his eyes.  Its almost impossible to describe what hate looks like, but I saw it.  I was playing by his rules.  My long stare must have unnerved him, for his next move threw me back onto the table, shattering the bottle of jack everywhere.  As I regained my thought process I feel a shard of glass digging in my hand with the astonishing sting of jack burning the wound.  "fucking bitch" his final words ran clear through my ears as the door slammed in rage.  I leaned back against the wall and dug the shard of glass into my wrist.  The best birthday I’ve ever hadeverywhere.  As I regained my thought process I feel a shard of glass digging in my hand with the astonishing sting of jack burning the wound.  "fucking bitch" his final words ran clear through my ears as the door slammed in rage.  I leaned back against the wall and dug the shard of glass into my wrist.  The best birthday I’ve ever had.