Chapter 63

• I walk in without hesitation. I know exactly what I’m in for and what he wants. I kick my shoes and pants off at the door before walking over to the filing cabinet. The top drawer holds a small piece of leather that he offers some of us to bite on. I walk up to my father, looking him briefly in the eyes before training them to the ground.
• “You know the penalty for interrupting physical punishment.”
• “My age plus five with the buckle.” I state monotonously.