Maybe it was because I was afraid, or the fact that no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get away.
But, what's more than that, maybe it was because the man I looked up to. The man I was supposed to love, and trust he did this to me.
The man I called my father, he never smile, even when he always used to. He never hung out with his friends anymore. He stopped. He stopped loving, he stopped smiling, hell he stopped... He stopped caring.
But then he started. Not loving, or caring, or smiling. He started beating and drinking and drugs. there's not much I can say anymore about that man, other than that he scared the living hell out of me.
Maybe that's how I got here. in the corner of my living room in the designated spot he gave to me looking up at him, I was immobilize. Fear course through my body, so much so that I couldn't breathe. I looked up at the man who I once loved but I couldn't do it. I couldn't assure him that everything would be ok, I couldn't tell him that she would come back. Because she wouldn't. She left us for something better or, something more than we could ever give her. And now my family is broken.
A drunken father and a bruised and battered daughter. It's really a perfect fit, don't you think?
