I sat on the cold hardwood floor gasping for air my father had just had another on of his moments, but this time i fought back and it felt so damn good. I got up and i punched screamed and kicked i was so angry so hurt that i could never be good enough for this man and i wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me. He robbed me of everything I was now just an empty shell will a dark cloud behind it. Each year it got worse and i got angrier. I was livid with all the shit i have been through and he stood there and let it happen he is the reason im so fucked up he wonders why i cry and hate him. I mean a 6 year old looses her mother and you tell her to stop using it as an excuse and do some work around the house to get her ass out of bed to be called dumb and a bitch and to be hit constantly sometimes i wish that car hit me into a coma but that day on my 18th birthday i destroyed him like he destroyed me for 12 years and i don't regret a damn thing i packed my shit and told him to suck a dick and i was gone off to college to become a business women just like momma dreamed of but for some reason when i left to go to Atlanta he still had control over me he still had the one thing i wanted for someone to care for and love me and ill never be able to get that back. But i will never be able too and i want to kill him for that.
