"Well, well it's been a while." he said with that evil smile he used to give me long ago.
"Dad why the hell are you here! You're supposed to be in prison." I said my voice shaky. Dad, or should I say James, my alcoholic father who beat me more than mom ever did. He was supposed to be in jail for 16 years. 7 years for aggravated assault and another 9 years for child endangerment. Its hasn't been that long...has it?
"So where's your mother?" he asked.
"I'm calling the cops." I said terrified.
"Oh common (y/n) don't do that. Listen I have changed. I've been sober for 18 years now. They made me go to rehab for two years." he said trying to make me think he has changed.
"I know you are on parole...so where is your officer I want to talk to him." I said sternly. He sighed and gave me the number to his parole officer.
After done talking to the officer, it turned out what my dad said was right, and when he was in jail he tried to write to me to apologize for the pain over the years. "Listen, just cause you say these things and so does your officer...doesn't change on how I feel. You and mom put me through hell and you NOW chose to be in my life when I start to forget all the bullshit you put me through!" I yell at him a few passerby's looking at us. One of them was Adam. My dad looked down. "Please," he begged, "just give me a chance." I sighed and shook my head then left. As I did Adam followed me to see if I was okay. Its hard to hide tears in public...
