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The police quickly found the neighbor's testimony.
"A neighbor reported that your mother had an affair, is that true?"
I suddenly looked up, a flash of anger in my eyes. "Who said that?!"
The officer replied coldly, "That's not something you need to know."
"You just need to answer: yes or no."
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to suppress the anger inside.
"No."
"My mom did not have an affair."
"All of this was made up by my dad to justify his domestic violence."
The officer asked, "Why do you say that?"
I countered, "Haven't you investigated?"
"My mom works outside; I don't know exactly what she does."
"I only know that she occasionally goes away for a few days."
"My dad says she had an affair; does he have any evidence?"
The officer took out a statement and handed it to me.
"This is the testimony from the neighbor, Aunt Li."
"She said that when you were 13, your mom brought a man home."
"She also said that your mom had mentioned divorce at that time."
"Did you know about this?"
I was stunned.
My mom brought a man home?
And mentioned divorce?
How could this be?!
I shook my head. "I don't know."
The officer asked, "How did you get those whip marks on your back?"
I instinctively touched my back.
There was a long whip mark that extended from my right shoulder to my left waist.
I replied faintly, "I fell."
The police officer frowned, "You fell?"
"Do you think we would believe that?"
"This obvious whip mark clearly indicates long-term domestic abuse."
"And Your Grandmother also mentioned that your mother often gets beaten."
I coldly responded, "So what?"
The officer fell silent for a moment and asked, "You've been beaten too, haven't you?"
I had been beaten.
Of course.
I wasn't some indestructible being born from my mother.
When my dad hit me, it hurt.
I just got used to it.
I remember it was a summer day.
My mother hadn't come home for several days.
My dad tied me to the stairs and whipped me with a large whip.
Mrs. Shen cried beside us.
My dad said, "If your mom doesn't come back, I'll beat you to death, you little beast!"
"Aren't you her precious daughter?"
"If she doesn't want you anymore, she'll go crazy!"
I bit my teeth tightly, refusing to cry.
I couldn't cry.
If I cried, wouldn't that prove I was scared?
Isn't that admitting I'm a coward?
I couldn't be afraid.
If I was afraid, wouldn't that make me just like my mom?
I need to be strong.
I need to resist.
I want to hit him with a stick like I did when I was younger, so he won't dare to hit my mom again.
Thinking of this, I raised my head and looked straight into my dad's eyes.
"Come on!"
"If you have the guts, kill me!"
"If you kill me, my mom still won't come back!"
"She's had enough of you long ago!"
My dad was furious.
He picked up the whip and struck me hard.
"You little beast, how dare you talk back!"
"Your mom wouldn't abandon you!"
"If she leaves you, she's a whore!"
"She'll be struck by lightning and die a terrible death!"
I laughed.
"Go ahead, kill me!"
"If you kill me, it will be revenge for all those you've killed!"
"Come on!"
My dad became even angrier.
He whipped me again and again.
I can't remember how many times he hit me.
All I remember is that in the end, he was too exhausted to continue.
He threw the whip on the ground, panting heavily, glaring at me with malice.
"You little beast, just wait!"
"Your mom will definitely come back!"
"If she comes back, I'll make sure to kill her!"
After saying that, he turned and walked away. Mrs. Shen stood to the side, tears streaming down her face.
"My poor grandson..."
"Why do you have to suffer so much..."
"God is blind..."
I did not cry. I would never cry. I would never shed tears in front of this beast.
The police officer asked, "What were you thinking at that moment?"
I came back to my senses and replied calmly, "I wasn't thinking anything."
"I've long been used to being beaten."
"For me, domestic violence is the norm."
"No one cares whether I have been abused or not."
The officer frowned and said, "So, you really wanted to kill your father, right?"
"It's normal to want to kill your father after being subjected to long-term domestic violence and abuse."
I countered, "Why do you ask that?"
The officer replied, "We have already found out."
"At the time of the incident, your mother did not have a lover."
I said flatly, "So what?"
The officer continued, "So you are the murderer."
"You hated your father because of the long-term abuse."
"So you killed him."
"Your mother took the blame for you to protect you."
I laughed, "It seems like you don't really care who my mother's lover is anymore."
The officer asked, "Why do you say that?"
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