Blossom p.o.v
I remember how I used to make stories about my life but then my dad (drunk,abusive,mean,out of control,freak) ripped them apart. I was always sad about that but my dad shouldn't have done that to me even though he blames me for my mom's death.Sometimes he even messes with me when I don't follow his orders.All the time he makes me do drugs to be just like him.
PAST
"No!,I'm not gonna do drugs like you" I said firmly."WHY I OUGHTA-"but before he could finish his sentence he slapped me leaving a fierce red handmark on my face. I wanted to cry so bad but I knew that if I did he'd slap me again so I ran to my room before he got the chance to do it again.
