In love

Memories

People's hero's are probably their dad but not in my case.Me and him never had that bond.My mother would tell me to be nice to him and listen to him,but i never had respect for him.I would treat him like crap,but i treat him like that because that's the was he treats me and my mom.

There was one night he came home late and drunk (nothing new).Usually we know when he's home,but that day we didn't hear the car pull up and we were having dinner.My mom usually hides me in my room,but since we didn't hear him i didn't have enough time to hide.He slammed the door open and ran up to my mom and hit her.I yelled but then he came after me.

The next day me and my mom would have many bruises,my mom would cover hers but i wouldn't cover mine.I wanted the world to know how he treats us.Like always my dad would come home with flowers and jewelry for my mom,he would bring me a new phone.My mom would forgive him,but i would just grab his dumb gift and slam it on the ground and step on it.

I would tell my mom "lets get out of here"

Once my dad heard me say that to her and he did what he always does which was beet me and her.Over and over again.

Now i have a new memory of "my daddy".