I was around eight years old and was in the kitchen with my step-father. I made a joke at his expense and he turned on me with aggression I had never seen in him before; he raised his knee and with force, jammed it into the top of my leg.
We stood looking at each other for a few seconds; but in those few seconds I knew ‘not’ to say anything to my mother. His eyes told me that.
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