I knew this voice anywhere, it was the Man that hurt me and abused me in so many ways, my father.
Growing up my father abused me. He called me worthless and names I don't want to bring back up.
My mother an father would fight at night when I was going to bed. I would eventually cry myself to sleep.
"Hel-l-o" is the only thing I got out.
"Hi sweetie pie." The horrid voice said.
"I will never be your sweetie pie." I said sternly.
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm watching you. And somthing is in store you you my honey." That's the last thing I heard.
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Phone call ended.
What did he mean by "in store for me." I thought.
I was intruppted by Casey comming up to me with a tissue and a hug.
"Thank you." I managed to get out.
"Who was that and when can I kill him?" Casey said.
"Oh, umm.. It was my father." I said wiping tears from my eyes.
"What did he do to you?" Casey said with concern.
"Many things." I said.
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