Warning: Past mentions of emotional abuse
I now remember something that I really wanna forget. When I was around 7 I was playihn with my brother on my dad's bed when he accidentally fell backwards and hit his head on the wall. I heard him crying and I knew I was screwed, so I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom and hid in the closet.
My dad rushed over to my brother and asked where was I. He looked for me everywhere in the house for me, calling my name, promising he wouldn't be mad about it. I didn't answer because I was scared. I came out eventually, and then the first thing he did was yell at me
I don't think I like my mum or dad anymore. They both suck. I know I should be grateful for what I have but it feels like nothing. Recently I haven't been feeling safe in my mothers place, which is surprising for me anyway. I now feel scared of my dad.
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