"My dad... He was always a great father, but he was a terrible husband. He would drink all the time and hit my mother... I remember being little and watching him beat her up. I remember hearing her cry and scream... Me and my sister just stood there and watched we didn't really know what to do. Those are some of my earliest memories. For some time he stopped and everything was okay... but when I turned 11 it started again... By then my little sister was 8. I hated when he drank and she was around. One time, he suddenly started acting like... like... a crazy person! He did some weird stuff and then he left the house and didn't come back until 3 days later... Another time he got very drunk and when mom came back from work he hit her. My little sister got so scared she called the police. He noticed and grabbed the phone and hung up. Then he took the keys, got in the car and drove off. At 4 am I woke up and checked my phone, he was saying that he loved me and he was being taken away because he crashed the car. He came back 2 days later and nothing happened, but that still scared me. Things didn't get better. Once again, he was a great father! But I just wish that he would stop drinking..." Ash sighed and looked away from Hope. Hope didn't know what to think or what to do. She just stood there for a bit before running to him and hugging him tightly. He hesitated, but hugged her back. "I had no idea things were like that... I'm so sorry!" She said. "Why? It's not your fault." Hope looked up at him and smiled.