Dear Adam, (#2 in series)

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Dear Adam,

I visited my dad today. It was horrible.

I sad across from him while his handcuffed hands rested with ease on the table. He looked like filth, his beard had grown back and his hair was wild. He even had a tattoo of a skull covering the whole left side of his face. His smile was creepy and scary. I was scared.

It could only get worst when he asked me for bail. And that made me so mad, you wouldnt even reconized my face or my voice as I shouted at him.  Which only made matters worst as he spit words at me, well they were threats.

He said once he got out of prison (he wouldn't though, he is in there for life) he would kidnap me again but this time I wouldn't escape because there would be no one to save me.

It's not the threat that brought the nightmares back. It was the part where he reminded me you were dead, and now no one really would even bother to save me. So now the nightmares are back of you in your bathroom, awaiting your death.

So you can say I'm never visiting my father again.

Depressed,
Bailey