Daddyplier

Chapter 8 ~ The Past

We got home. I took Mark to my room because I needed to talk to him. I shut and locked the door. I even set a chair in front of it. "Why did you do that?" He asked in suspicion. "We have to be alone when I explain." I stated. I sat on my bed. "Ready?" I asked. Mark nodded for me to go on.

"When I was one year old, my father left. My mom was in rehab, coming off drugs and alcohol. I was left with my grandmother. She abused me. To the point where she stuck a cigarette in my mouth, made me in had, and then exhale.

Mind you I was two at the time. I still smell smoke from time to time to this day. She smacked, punched, and threw me. Eventually, my mom got out and we moved. She met my dad and he raised me up until the day he died.

Anyway, my father came back. When I was three. He told me that time he was leaving to go get food. He didn't come back. Then he came when I was five. And a week later he left. That leads to when I was 14.

My father showed up at my house. He told me I was going to have a baby sister. Her name was going to be Ivy. I went and saw the baby delivered. A week later we found that someone killed the baby.

There were four stabs to the face, five stabs to the arms and legs, and one to the chest. Tho there was no evidence of my father being the murderer, he was arrested. But, the court found him not guilty.

That summer I had to go to my fathers. Abuse from him started. One night he was drunk and came into my room. He confessed to me that he was the murderer of my sister. When I asked why...

He started choking me. After I broke loose, he told me I was worthless, ugly, fat, you name it, he called me it. So he told me to slit my wrist and commit suicide. This went on when he wasn't drunk as well.

I actually started to self-harm. He didn't care. He told me the next step is to commit suicide. I actually tried. It didn't work. On the last night, he came into my room. He pushed me into my bed. He tried to take off my shirt... And I.. I pushed him off.

He proceeded to try. He was strong, so it was almost impossible to break free. Luckily, because I have paranoia, I had a trap to help if anyone was to try to do things. I pushed my foot off the bed and hit a button. A pan swung down and hit him in the face. He was knocked out cold. I blacked out after that.

Then I left. And that Mark, is why I cannot stand my father." I said. I had tears darting down my cheeks faster than I could catch them. Mark quickly grabbed my arm. He pulled off all my bracelets.

I had all my old scars and two newer ones. About two days old, so still pretty red. Mark kissed my scars. "This will stop." He said. "I care about you way too much." He said. Don't wear your bracelets or long sleeves when it's just us. I need to monitor you."

"Thank you, Mark." I said. "And I have the perfect song in mind for our first cover together. Get yourself ready for a video." I said. Mom, Dad. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before about my father. And about the wrists. I love you.