I was born 1995 June 26th, my father wasn't there I tell i was 5. He wasn't there because my mom finally found the courage to throw him out. When he came back, bigger and stronger... She couldn't find the courage. A few weeks after he came back, he came home drunk. He started hitting my mom. Right in front of me. That was the first time I began to understand why my dad wasn't in my life. That night he was tucking me in, it smelled like he had just drank a bottle of vodka to himself, and I sensed a bit of fear because he drove home. I grew up fast. Well he was tucking me in and I whispered."daddy I don't wanna sleep yet" and he hit me across the head. He yelled that I don't make that decision in 5. That was the first time I remember nit sleeping and crying all night as I heard him yell at my mother while she whimpered in fear.
The next morning I woke up and could feel a lump at the side of my head but when I went to school I didn't say anything. Kids just, played, laughed, and took advantage of there great happy lives where they didn't have to walk a mile and a half to school because dad was so hung over that he couldn't stand. Mom just smiled while eaiting her eggs as she looked at me with fear.
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please keep reading guys I didn't get an editor tell the 4th chapter so it gets super good sorry for the firs ones honestly. Please comment opinions!
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The Child
General FictionWhy me? Why did he have to be my dad? I wish he was gone. I want the Apple pie life. I want to be normal. But I won't ever be. I won't get to be, because of him, the evil man who calls himself my dad, who says he loves me. But he doesn't, ask all th...
