Dear somebody...anybody,
He did it again. He's starting to do it even when he hasn't been drinking. The bruises are becoming more visible and the pills less effective. My screams do nothing. They don't help me at all. The neighbors drown out my misery in their family dinners and book club meetings. Sometimes, I think they know; they see my dad beating me when he forgets to close the curtains or hear my cries for help on hot nights when the windows are cracked but they do nothing because they are scared, too. My sister asks if I'm alright...she doesn't know because she lives with my mum. I tell her I'm okay. If I had friends I'd tell them the same thing. But if I ever tell you that, please don't believe me.
Harry x
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Please Don't Believe Me.
Fanfiction" 'Put away your bad dreams, Daddy's here.' I put them away, until Daddy became my nightmare. That one that came home from work everyday and instead of picking me up, chased me far, far, away”
