It's my birthday again,I'm not excited for it. And I still wonder how and why he has custody.
I walk into the kitchen to make my self a bowl of cereal, I grab the bowl off the shelf and the cereal out of the pantry, then I head to the fridge for the milk. I pour the milk in the bowl and head to the couch, I sit down and smiled I had the house to myself for once.
I turned the tv on to watch the Sunday cartoons and right as I brought the spoon to my mouth I heard the door open......
"He-ey So-on" he yelled as he slurred every noun.
He was obviously drunk.
"I've-e be-en loo-oking fo-or yo-ou" he said as he started to come closer.
"Yo-ou se-en the-e do-og?" He yelled.
"No, we don't even have a dog bren..." I caught my self before I could finish the sentence, because he has told me to never call him by his name for he is dad or sir.
"Dad." I said and covered my slip up.
He then grabbed my bowl off my lap and ate a bite, then threw it at me. I started bleeding. I screamed in agonizing pain. All he did was smack me harder then ever before just to shut me up. So I did, what choice did I have. I could taste of blood dripping in my mouth. I hated it, the taste, the texture, everything..... I sat there, crying, for what seemed like forever. Why did this have to happen to me?
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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...
