Stories of the forgotten...............

My story

Warning: this particular story may contain traces of abuse, if you are triggered or feel uncomfortable please do not read this and stay safe. Also there may be swearing but i put it in symbols so dont judge.

Sol Keith

My name is Sol Keith (yeah i know its a weird name but i didnt reallh have a choice) im 19 years old and just left the house (well more like got kicked out), i am a part time writer and aspiring journalist. And this is my story.

Lets go back to where this all started, about a year ago. I had just come out to my family (more like my drongo dad) as pan (pansexual), at that point all my friends knew and had excepted me except a few but im not friends with them anymore. My dad didnt take the news very well he started swearing at me (obviously drunk off his @$$) and telling me i was looking for attention, i decided to keep the other side if me a secret. That side of me was unknown to everyone but me. That side of me was non-binary that i had too hide.

Over the year i didnt see my dad that much he was usually off at a bar drinking or hooking up with some girl, it disgusted me to see him like that. One night he came home drunk and high off his @$$, i tried to talk to him but he got extremely angry and threw a bottle at me still swearing and spitting curse words at me i ran out of the house the bottle hitting me square in the back of my neck. I ran as fast as i could away from that monster the pain in my head growing, i eventually passed out only to find myself in hospital with my dad asleep next to me in a chair. The nurse told me to nkt move to much and gave me water and pain killers.

My dad woke up a little while after i watched as his eyes filled with regret and sadness.

"Im so sorry *sob* i-i didnt k-know what i-i was d-doing *sob and sniff*" he stuttered "d-do you f-f-forgive me? *sob* p-p-p-please *sob and sniff*" i looked him fair in the eye and said "no" it wasn't aggressively just blunt and void of any emotions. I watched that day as my father finally shed tears of regret and true remorse for his actions not just for what he did to me but to others.

A year later i had finally saved up enough money to move out of the house and rent an apartment in the city away from my father and old life ready to start new.

Im Sol Keith and this is my story.

Thank you.