The girl with secrets

Chapter 24

Emma's POV
Once that question left his lips I felt small. I felt as if I couldn't breath. I felt the pain from the memory's that I've fought so hard to burry.

"My dad? You want to talk about my dad!"

I can not cry.

"We can talk about that or why you are trying to leave"

I can see the hurt in his eyes. I've pulled him along every decision and I keep on hurting him. I can't break the cycle unless I tell him everything.

"What are you afraid of Emma"

I'm afraid of losing you. I'm afraid that you won't want to even look at me once I tell you. I'm afraid I will fall in love with you and you won't love me. I'm afraid that you will hate me for taking our daughter away from you.

"Nothing" is what comes out of my mouth.
"What do you want to know about my dad?" I ask trying to get the hurt off his face.

"We left off at age 7"

I brace myself for the emotional roller coaster that is about to come.

"Age 7 is when everything changed. My mom had stopped coming around as much. She was always off at work. My dad had stopped taking me on walks and picking me up from school.

I remember on my 7th birthday party I was looking everywhere for my dad. I had just seen the beautiful cake he had made and I wanted the thank him. It was everything I had wanted, blue frosting and the shape of Cinderella. I walked into the kitchen thinking he was getting forks but he wasn't there. I walked everywhere in that house and I finally went to his bedroom door. I was told over and over again to never go into his room. That if I went in his room it would change everything. I didn't listen though. I turned that stupid knob and opened that stupid door. I saw my dad drinking a bottle of whiskey.

"Dad" I called out and I saw him look at me. He smiled at me and said "Happy Birthday " but after those words left his mouth he realized I was in his room. He stopped smiling at me and he shook his head.

"What are you doing in my room?" He asked me.

"I wanted to thank you for the cake" I said in full confidence. I was smiling away like there wasn't a thing that could come in my way of happiness. I remember him closing his bedroom door and I thought he had a surprise for me. He finished his bottle of whiskey and slammed it on the ground near me. The glass shattered everywhere.

"Are you ok" I had asked my dad. He was always ok and we had a great relationship until that dad. I thought something bad happened and I wanted him to tell me what.

"No I'm not ok,you came into my room" he slurred. I remember him picking me up and throwing me against the wall. I remember how confused I was. I remember the wall repeatedly hitting me and I remember his first meeting my body. After he stopped I got up and went out of the room. I went downstairs and saw that my mom finally showed up. I went over to her and gave her a hug. She realized everyone was looking at her.

She said "honey let's get you cleaned up" that's when I notice all the blood and glass on me. That's when I realized what my dad had actually done. It was his first time and I thought it was his one bad day and that he would never do it again. He did Mason. He did it time and time again"

By then I was sobbing uncontrollably. I noticed that at some point in my story Mason began comforting me.

"It's ok Emma. It's ok. I was talking about how he was doing in the hospital"

Of course I would make a fool of myself sharing my life story.

"He got put on life support last time I checked"

"Well he deserves it" Mason said.

I forgot he was there for me when my dad went to the hospital. It seems like only a dream. I snuggled closer to Mason and drifted off to sleep