A Father's Love

Chapter 1 : Prolog

   They say love is infinent , that it can over come anything even the most dangerous and difficult of obstacles in the world. And there was a time I would have believed that, when I thought that nothing was grander then that exhilarating special  feeling of love.

  It was just me and my mom at the time, I never really knew my real father because he left before I could even walk. Though the years were tough we always found a way to pull through, she was not just my mom she was my best friend in the whole wide world. As the years went on prices went up and we couldn't afford most of the things we needed, so she had to take extra shifts in order for us to last even a week. There would be days that I wouldn't even see her, but I never complained, how could I? She took the shifts in order to support us...to support me I'll  never held it against her not even now years later.

    Although the more she was gone and the more hours she  worked I started to realize how sick she was becoming. I always asked her if she was alright, but every time I asked  she'd always say the same thing, "ill survive". It wasn't till a few months later I finally saw her starting to smile like she used to before all this crap started that I realized she was hiding something. Well that something came home after a date with my mom,to say I was shocked was an understatement. When I got a look at him for the first time I knew there was something about him I didn't like, but of course me being the young 12 year old at the time brushed it off as me being just plain old protective. The strange man's name I came to find out was  Grima, Grima Duran he was a strong man in his late 30s, but the main thing that tipped me off about him was his cold steel grey eyes. It was as like one look from his unkindly gaze was enough to make even the most sadistic person alive wish he weren't.

  As time went on and the more I started to learn more about him I finally came to the conclusion, I did not like him, but unfortunately my mom loved him a lot and I mean A LOT! After awhile I finally started to except the fact that he wasn't going anywhere for a long time they decided it was time for them to get married hurray (sarcasm intended). I knew I shouldn't complain I mean he could end up being good for her ,but then it happened I lost her to a freaking drunk driver driving a 18 wheeler.

  He had been so grief stricken that he ignored  and neglected me for almost a year, I basically had to take care of myself. It was hard because no one could afford to hire me, but I always managed. As I grew older I started to see the routine that started to occur ,  I'd come right after school to the little flower shop down the street where I was currently employed and worked till 7:00 pm and headed home to beat father back in time to make dinner for him.

   It wasn't till I was 18 going on 19 that he started to get violent, very violent, if I don't do one thing perfect or on time I would end up having a bright purple hand print on my cheek the next day. Now that I'm 22 years old I've had enough of all his bullshit, I'm done, I'm done with all his verbal, mental, and physical abuse! I refuse to take it any longer one day ill finally will get away and ill be free of his poisonous grasp,...... I will survive.