My life.

4. Daddy?.

Past:

I crept up to her bedroom door and quietly listened to her conversation, or at least tried to. It was very muffled but I got one clear word. My fathers name. Why was he involved? What did he do? I was pulled away from my thoughts when I heard footsteps approach me. I ran as quietly as I could to the living room and stood there pretending to still be fascinated by the shattered glass.

My mom came in but stayed silent.

"What happened?" I finally asked.

My mom looked down at the floor and avoided eye contact while I waited patiently.

"Your dad..." She whispered trailing off.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"Daddy?" What did he do?

My mom nodded.

"He did this." She said answering my thoughts. I slowly shook my head.

"Daddy wouldn't do this, he didn't... Why would he do this?"

"He was angry" Angry? My daddy was never angry. I looked at my mom waiting for her to continue.

"I was talking to one of my guy friends." She began.

"He told me a funny joke and I told him I loved him, as a joke" I nodded, still unsure. How would he see that? He couldn't get in. I opened my mouth to tell her but she seemed to of read my mind and she answered.

"He told me on the phone he still has his house key, that's how he got in. He saw my message on the computer and got so angry he smashed it against the wall" I was shocked, beyond shocked even. My father broke into my house, read my moms personal messages dented our wall and smashed our computer. I didn't know what to think...