"You are not my father?" I asked
"No Shay I'm not, but I always loved you like you were my own daughter." My father said.
"No, you didn't!" I said getting my voice back. I was sick and tired of the life I was living. I was sick of being abused at school and at home.
"Neither one of you loved me. Ever since you guys came home that one night ten so years ago, it has been a living hell here. Even my own siblings hate me. And why? Because my mother slept with a different man that wasn't her husband and I'm the product of that relationship!?" I screamed.
"Shay we were angry!" My mother sobbed.
"You were angry, so you took that anger out on an eight-year-old. On a little girl who had no clue what she had done wrong to deserve such hate and abuse." I said, no longer being able to hold back the tears I had been holding in for the last ten years.
My mother went to cut in but I silenced her with a glare. I wasn't done with them just yet.
"I loved you, I prayed every single damn day that my own family would love me as much as I loved them. But it never changed. I went from a loving family to a family that treated me like the dirt beneath they're shoes. But I still tried, by helping my siblings with their homework, doing all the chores in the house, making meals three times a day for a family, that wouldn't even allow me to join them at the family table and eat the same food they had. And then there was the abuse, the hair pulling if I didn't wake up earlier then everyone else, the beatings with belts, wood spoons or even your own hands if I messed up your daily lives in some way. Sometimes it didn't even involve me, but one of my siblings mess-ups, but I was the one to receive the punishments. Why though is all I'm wanting to know and I will leave, I don't even care about why my appearance is changing, I just want to know why at the age of ten did I become your punching bag?" I said crying still.
"There is no excuse Shay. I was embarrassed and ashamed of what I had done. And I was so angry and I wanted to hurt your real father but I couldn't and you were his blood." my mom said shaking with anger and regret.
"That doesn't explain you though," I said turning my attention to my father.
"I hated looking at you, this beautiful little girl I had raised was no longer mine. And I took that pain and anger I had towards you. You never deserved any of it, and I realized that a few years later, but instead of trying to fix the situation I ignored it. I ignored every beating you got from your mother, every look you gave me of approval, every father-daughter bond I wanted to have with my little girl. Why? Because you weren't mine, you we're some monsters daughter!" He said softly then his voice rose with anger.
