Dreadful Life.

Prologue

'Don't you dare!'

'Bitch! Give me all your money!'

'Asshole, you're not getting a single cent!'

Then like in the movies the cue, my dad slaps my mum across her face. Leaving her a bruise lip.

'Where did you put the money?!'

You might be thinking why am I just keeping quiet and not do anything. Trust me I tried, my dad tied my up against the stairs.

What really happen was, my mum drop the D bomb on my dad. She ask for a divorce. Well I will do the same if I were in my mum's shoes. Who would be?

A drunk asshole, going around fucking whores.

During my childhood I didn't know any of those things. I had the perfect childhood. Thinking that I had the awesome parents. Up until I was ten, all that changed. I saw my dad in their room fucking another woman when my mum was out working her ass off in her office.

My dad saw me standing there, but he didn't care about a single shit. He acts like I wasn't there and just look at me in the eye and continue to fuck the woman up.

Trust me it's a disgusting sight to look at.

Year after year, up until my mum said enough was enough, she decided to ask for a divorce. And that leads to now.