Ever since l was a child I've always wanted nothing more than to spread my wings and explore the world on my own. My dad has always warned me that the outside world was a scary place. I never did believe him, but now I wish I would have listened and stay burrowed in the nest my parents had built for me.
Even though my dad was always drunk, or gone, I respected him with everything I had; like a child should. But now that I'm 18 and on my own, I have so much hatred for him.
Honestly, none of this would of happened if it weren't for that bastard! Everything was perfect (as perfect as it could be for a girl with an alcoholic dad) until my 18th birthday. On October 10th my whole world turned upside down.
