Friday, 19th August 2016
"Hey Layla, I'm sorry about yesterday..."
"It's fine, I understand."
"Thanks for understanding."
"S'okay."
"Layla?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you mind..."
"Listening to your sobstory? I thought you'd never ask."
"Thanks. So as you know my Dad can be...Frightening, sometimes he gets drunk and hits me. The only times he doesn't is when my sister is around."
"Why's that?"
"Because she looks just like my mother and in some twisted way to him it justifies only hitting me when Elise is not there otherwise he's disrespecting my mother's memory."
"Is Elise your sister?"
"Yep,"
"So you're upset because her marrying would mean you being left alone with your sperm donor since she's probably going to move in with her fiance..."
"Yeah pretty much."
"Does she know about the abuse?"
"No, I don't want her worrying. She doesn't deserve that."
"Hmm...You know what I think you should do?"
"What? Move out? Run away?
Tell the police? I've tried all of that bu–"
"Fight back."
"Huh?"
"Can you fight?"
"Well yeah I do a bit of boxing but isn't it wrong? He's my dad."
"No he's not."
"What?"
"A Dad is someone who loves and cares for you and shows it. What a Dad isn't is a drunkard who rationalizes abuse especially to his own flesh and blood. That's not a Dad, that's a monster."
"I don't get what you're trying to say..."
"Dontae?"
"Yeah?"
"Reason eight: So you can be your own knight in shining armour and slay the dragon."
Call Ended 6:30pm
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Reasons to Live
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