Would he hit me again?

Would he hit me again? I was injured, so I couldn't run fast. I was leaning against the dead end of the elevator. I couldn't dodge Opal's slap. I gulped and felt suffocated. I took a step back and said, "You really like to hit people." After that, I closed my eyes and a teardrop slid down my cheeks. "Forget it." Perhaps it was my tear that made him softhearted. Opal sighed. "You didn't live with us in the past nineteen years, so you lack parental control." I opened my eyes and saw that his palm finally fell powerlessly. I asked in confusion, "You don't want to slap me anymore?" "Do you like to be beaten?" Opal raised his hand again, and I instinctively stepped back. My back hit the cold wall, and the heart-wrenching pain spread from my wound, causing my little face to twitch. However, Opal's hand landed on my cheek and wiped away the tears at the corner of my eyes. "What are you hiding from?" I shrank my neck and said, "I've been beaten a lot. It's my stress reaction." "You're talking