Do you think I'm still that little kid. The kid you used, manipulated for your use. I'm not. I'm more than that. More than you could ever be. I'm more then just a kid. The kid who survived you. The kid who escaped your control. You are but a spec of dust in a desert of sand. You are nothing. Watch me thrive well your waiting. Waiting for money to come your way. Waiting for a richer woman to come along. To bad your too old for that. I have me life in head of me, your living on borrowed time. You wasted your life, I'm not going to let you do the same to mine. I'm leaving you in the dust just like you tried to do to me.
YOU ARE READING
To my dad
Non-Fictionthis is what my neglectful, manipulative, gold digging father deserves.
