Gosh I wish my family knew what I knew. Idk what they see in him. He's a prick. How he is so happy concerns me. He takes his anger out on me. I'm the one who has to deal with it. I'd rather it be that way. And nobody can know. My daughter loves him. I'll act happy. If it makes her happy Idc. I love her to much. She's turning 16 soon. I'm so happy. She can get out if she needs to. I hope she's brave enough. It was 5 days before her birthday. He's doing what he always does. Hitting me. Telling me to do shit I don't want to. I can hear footsteps. I'm hopping it's not scarlet. It better not be. I'm looking over. She's walked in. Fuck. She has to see me like this. Was I to loud? Did I scream? She ran away clearly scared. I don't blame her. Josh asked "who was that" I don't want to tell him but I have to. No. "Tell me now!" He said his hand went across my face. "Scarlet" I muttered before realizing what I said. Shit. Hurry scarlet. Do something pls. He walked away. Fuck.
