Benjamin, that name makes me cringe. He's my biological father. He's a pothead. He is the reason for my mom's failure. He was drunk at the age of 19. My mom and Ben were dating at the time and in no way were becoming serious. My mom was a virgin and planned on keeping it that way.
The alcohol got to his head. He sexually assaulted my mom. She wanted no part of it. Gammy would tell me how I was planned and faked my mom's age and failures. Until recently I came across the notes my mom sent to Gammy. The words pierced my soul. How could one do such a thing?
So I was concieved the night of October 16th. Ben was a total dipwad. He had no idea what he was doing. He didnt care what he had started out as a life for me. My life is a living hell. Thanks Ben. I have never yet met Ben. I have no plan on meeting him. He's not even my father, just a sperm donar who got lucky. I do not want to live a life around him.
It was summertime before my senior year. October 16th still frightens me. I start school in 8 days and plan to distance myself. I'm not gonna make the mistakes my parents have. My future is much better than drugs and I will prove it.
And so I spend the next 8 days in hiding. I cannot and will not have bruises on my first day of my senior year. School is my only escape. Joe is my only friend, and the willow tree? That is my only hope.
