It was alot harder to go to school now.
I couldn't use me going to Mrs. Stanley unit as an excuse nomore.
And daddy was home more frequent now.
Where have you been?
The voice in the corner of the room made me jump.
I didn't see daddy. He never stays outside his room.
He never spoke to me neither.
I took off the bookbag Mrs. Stanley first bought me when I started school at nine.
I was now eleven.
I go to school now, daddy.
He was sitting in the corner of the room, fidgeting and scratching hisself.
You're lying! He shouted.
No, daddy. I do. Look!
I dropped to my knees and rampaged through my backpack.
I took out my notebooks and utensils. I took out the chapter book I have to read by the end of the school year. I took out a certificate congratulating me for being on the Honor Roll.
I picked my head up to show my dad only to look up to him squating in front of me.
He continued to jerk his head and shoulders, rubbing his arm as he looked down at my certificate.
He looked up at me.
He looked so sad.
You look just like Alexandra. You're just as beautiful as she was.
I didn't respond, wanting him to continue to tell me about my mom.
Alexandra.
Daddy placed his quivering hand against my cheek.
It was rough, like sandpaper.
He just kept on staring at me and fidgeting.
I looked down at him. I saw the messy, smelly clothes he was wearing for, probably, days at a time.
The small, puncture wounds on his arms and the red, bruised marks gave him the image of a disheveled hobo.
This couldn't be my dad.
Daddy, why can't you-
He kissed me.
On the mouth.
It felt weird.
I looked at him in shock.
Why did he do that?
He's not suppose to do that.
I slowly began to rise to my feet but he quickly snatched me back down and kissed me again.
I was scared.
Why is he doing that? That's not normal!
He did it again and again. His tongue was in my mouth, it tasted stale and slimy.
I want him to stop but he wouldn't.
He pushed me on my back and started to touch me everywhere.
Stop!
He wasn't listening to me.
He kept touching.
He started ripping at my clothes.
He kept kissing me.
I miss you so much, Alexandra.
My name isn't Alexandra.
It's Alexis.
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