You remembered when he held up high off the ground with his manly hands around you throat, pinning you against a wall. You remembered when he punch you in the jaw. You remember when he whipped you with a skipping rope.
But.
You hear his pained screams. Poetic and descriptive, telling you he was hurt. You see him limping down to the beach in agonising pain, hardly being able to stand. All for your benefit.
You don't know how to remember Dad.
So you forget.
YOU ARE READING
Into your veins
Random"I'm a disease." He whispered into her neck, "don't let me into your veins, pretty girl." But she never listened. "I'm a sinking ship." She whispered on his lips, "don't let me bring you down." But he never listened. "I need you inside my veins" s...
