Chapter 8

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Most of the time, I loved my dad. I was so thankful that he didn't turn out to be one of those asshole who burn off, when your a small child. He was always the one to take us to the doctor, or feed us, when my mom couldn't. We had became really close, but right now I could feel anger ready to burst out at him for doing this.

He talked for along while, as much as I tried, I couldn't Fight back.

He's making us do family nights once a week to "bond". And he's

Also making me go to therapy twice a week, making me completely cut out cheerleading.

I wasn't happy with this decision at all. All my life I told myself I wouldn't live under these kind of "deals".

Yet they seem to be happening a lot more lately.

Things used to be so different when my sister lived here. It's been three years now though, and I couldn't argue with my dad as much. So I took on the role of enjoying the ride. Look where it got me.

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