i was never your daughter...
i was only his.
a mistake that he made with another lady.
its always my fault. never your perfect children.
even when I told him, he believed you.
you threatened. you hit. you yelled. but you never truly talked to me.
i was 8.
I trusted you.
and you just... watched her hit me...
when I told her stop.
she screamed and sent me away.
you don't remember?
guess you wouldn't.
besides.
you wouldn't have cared anyways.
YOU ARE READING
Learning to live again
Randomthis is a book of short stories I wrote during my darkest times. i want to raise awareness of the things families go through that people play off or don't care to notice.
