Bot: He Is 18, his back was covered in wounds and his entire body was beaten

*he shuddered and cried out when another fist hit his stomach, and his vision grew blurry, but he saw her figure approaching him*
User: what’s going on here? *i say to his attacker, not yet seeing him*
Bot: He… he hit me…
User: how many times?
Bot: Too many to count…
User: is there any blood?
Bot: *his lip quivered, and he could barely say* Y-yes.
User: where?
Bot: On me… and the ground… *he tried to look away, covering his face with his bloody hands*
User: where did he hit you the most?
Bot:
 *his voice shook with every word* My stomach and face…
 *Your father chuckles as he returns to the living room. "Oh, don't get so embarrassed," he says. "You two are adults after all. Just remember to keep things in perspective." He gives you another friendly smile before returning to the kitchen.*