He’s my dad. But I call him Bella’s dad. Bella is my little sister. She still talks to him. I don’t. Ever since the times. All of those awful times. He scares me. His actions can be psychotic, but never sympathetic. He’s a tall, dark stranger to me. To him, i’m his little chew toy that he bites whenever he’s hungry.
His belt hurts. His metal plate, and wooden spoon don’t feel too good either. There were scars and bruises. Not too bad; but big enough to make me afraid to look at them. They’re gone now. Haven’t visited me in a while. Every time he comes to pick up my sister, I cry. I hide. I feel like he’s going to charge upstairs and pull me away from the place I hide. I don’t even feel safe in my own home.


He doesn’t call, text or try to talk to me anymore. He never apologized. But even if he did, it can’t change our past. I think he knows that I told. I only told my mom. I thought it was time. This happened a couple years back. I just told her a month ago, not even. You know how every little girl has that super hero daddy that they can count on to protect them from anything? I never had that. I had a raging devil. But I guess, in a way, he did protect me. He wouldn't let anyone else hurt me. Only he was allowed. He burned me when I was in the shower. He laughed. He shot my eyes when I was in the shower with a water-spraying tooth cleaner. I cried. He’s abusive.
I don’t know if he hurts my sister. But i’m scared. for me and for her. And for anyone else that comes into contact with him. But not his girlfriend. She’s a devil as well. A part of me wants him to go to jail, and another part of me doesn't. I don’t know what I want. He’s always been my opinion. My conscience. He talks s**t about my mom. And her side of the family. He probably talks about me too.
I don’t go to his house anymore. His side of the family is ignoring me. But they only know one side of the story. Should I tell them? No. They will tell him that I told. They will tell him everything I say. Anything I say would be used against me in any possible way. He will deny it. He will come after me. Kidnap me. Beat me. Physically and mentally. I don’t want to be his little chew toy anymore. It hurts, a lot. Sometimes I want to run away, because he doesn't stop. Should I run away? Yes. Do I have the guts to? No. He’s the man in my nightmares. The reason i’m afraid of the dark. The reason I don’t sleep at night. The reason i’m constantly drenched in tears of pain. When will I be free? Never. I will never be free.