Brainwashed

Ch. 2 Daddy

My dad is still in my life today, even tho sometimes I wish he wasn't. He has never been like any of the dads you would see going around playing with their kids, throwing them in the air and catching them. No my dad was much more cruel than that. My dad always drank, but he drank even more after the divorce. Everything he looked at me he would take a swollen of his beer and say ," You ruined everything." It's not like it was my fault, I didn't ask to be his child. I never asked to be here in the first place I would think. My father had several "girlfriends" throughout the years and he always used me to get them. He would take me to the store with him or have my picture in his wallet to show people acting shy and like he was the father of the year. Of course he would let them meet me and they would fall in love with the beautiful blonde blue eyed girl he was raising all alone. That's what he told them at least, but as soon as we were out of their site he would always tell me," Remember what I told you before, do not say a word about what really happens or you will get a whooping. "  When he said I would get a whooping that meant he would hit me with his belt five to ten times on my behind. Most parents wouldn't hit their children's behind too hard, but he did. I would have bruises on my butt and legs for at least a week, sometimes more. One day daddy met a girl who had three kids of her own. I was really happy because I had someone who I could play with, but he kids were brats. They stole all of my toys and kept them. My favorite ones they broke including a doll my great grandmother made for me and when I told my dad he would just say "Oh well", like it was no big deal, but it was. It was a very big deal to me. Little did I know it wasn't the kids I would have to worry about, it was their mom.