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"I knew between him and i, there will and always would be a past id forever live in. The past of him, me, us. We as one. The thunderstorm, and down pour. But then when i think about it, we have always loved the rain. but when a snowstorm entered, it blew me away and I was in a much colder place than before."

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I wake up groggily. Its about 11:30 in the morning. Nightmares. if I'd told you what it was about you might not think It's much of a nightmare but more of a memory.

I unfold like an envelope to get up out of my bed. Shakily, i take one foot and place it on the cold mahogany floor boards, slipping the other into place. Walking out of my room i feel...the same feeling i usually do at this time. Lonely but agony mixed through the irrational cloud of cold.

"Hey. Get me- a beer." My dad or Andrew as i call him because honestly, i cant call him dad. He never was one to me and mostlikely never will be.

He sits in front of the t.v. watching some old show that played in the 90s and now only plays reruns in the mornings. If i knew better to why it was so cold, andrew would always have the A/C on because i swear he was going through menopause. I know men dont go through menopause but he does....he has a fit and hes always hot so hes practically a woman. He acts like one most of the time.

As i stroll to the fridge to get him a beer i stop and think of how he's probably already drunk. I open the fridge and bend at the waist to grab a bottle of corona, i can feel his presents. Standing behind me, his heat radiates off of him. As i turn to face him, i see the sweat beads on his forehead, the smell of beer clogging my pores.

"Here," i say handing him the beer and looking away, trying not to make eye contact.

"Dominic, left for work?" He cocks an eyebrow up.

I nod.

"Hes coming back at 12? Right?" I nod again, this time trying to move aside him and go to my room. Walking at a quick pace, his rough gripping finger tips, latch into my cold boney arm.

"Cant you talk? For god sake, i know your dumb whore mom barely took you to school, but i know you can talk." My long hair shades my face and i know his eyes are burning into my head. I can feel his grip tightening into my flesh.

"I know you can't talk," he stops, licks his lips, and continues.

"I can here you and Dominic in your room, talking. Can't say i know what you say. Your probably fucking around with him. Fucking around like your mom did. Diana was a whore!" He said to me and now i was sure he had made bruises in my arm.

"AND YOU'RE GONNA GROW UP TO BE JUST LIKE HER!" He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back wards to my room.

"No! Stop!" I tried to get away from him because who knew what would happen.

"Stop! Dad!" As he had dragged me the room he stopped and dropped me right by the door. The word 'dad' had always hit him.

"Dad?" He spoke.

"Your not my daughter, your mom was a whore." He continued and slammed my door.

well, that couldve gone worse.  i mean usually, more things happen, but lucky nothing did. Dominic should be back in about thirty minutes so i need to get ready and everything. we are supposed to go out to lunch.

locking my door, i walk to my closet and start to rumage through the few shirts and dresses i have. going for my best casual look i go for a light peachy pink longsleeve and a pair of high waisted light shorts which are acid washed.

my hair needed to be washed so i decided to take a shower before i go to lunch with Dominic. Before getting in the shower i set out my clothes neatly and hopped in. lathering up with my vanilla shampoo i rinse it out and condition it and finally just use my strawberry body wash and get out. as i step into my room wrapped up in my towel i can hear someone banging on the door, and i really hope its not my dad.

"go away dad!" i yell while drying off my hair. 

"open the door kristen. dads asleep." Dominic said throught the door. i quickly wrapped my towel around my body and opened the door. he shut it and locked it beind him.

"i missed you." i said and hugged him. giving me a peck on the mouth he layed in our bed.

"long day?" i sat on the bed next to him. he pulled his hat off, showing his golden hair.

"yes." he pretended to wipe invisable sweat off his forehead. i rolled my eyes.

sitting up he sighed.

"whats wrong?" i asked wresting a hand on his thigh. he just stared at the top of my hand.

sooner than i knew it he went in for a kiss, and i let him. this was about the only affection i got from a person because i dont go to school and Dominic doesnt let me out much. he makes me wait for him to get off work and then we usually stay at home.

So...what can I do. I mean, he's working part time and going to college the rest and just saves enough time specifically for him and I, and I kinda appreciated that but, I don't get why he keeps me inside.

No sooner than the kissing started I actually had to push him off me because I literally only had a towel on and I don't want anything to happen.

"hold on, hold on, I need to get dressed." he pulled at my hand as I tried to walk away.

"wait,"

"I need to get dressed." I looked into his needy eyes and pulled one last time and then finally he let me go.