We all watched as emotions played on the judge face but he tried his best to ignore it.
It is still like a dream to me, that my dad could do such to me and all those affection he showed where just for me to trust him enough so he can carry out his wicked plans successfully without me or mum suspecting a thing.
That is the sickest thing I have ever heard anyone say and especially when that anyone is your dad.
I am sick to the stomach and cant even look at him and see him as my dad. I am heartbroken, I am sad, I am conflicted… there are so many emotions running in me and I cant do anything to stop them from flowing.
How can a father do such to his child? His daughter? His own flesh and blood? He is sick, very sick and I am ashamed to call him my dad or some one that is related to me.
At first it was him picking on me, calling me all sort of names, being rude to me and all then slowly he started to seem like he was changing and making me think
Everything has been so crazy these past months. With my dad wanting... no, trying to kill me and would have succeeded the third time if not for… Sighs I really don’t want to think about all that has been happening these past few months and so I don’t think too much and cause another depressing depression for myself again. The therapist I was supposed to see when I was little which whom I am having a weekly session told me not to overthink things too much so it doesn’t affect my daily life and so that I can concentrate on healing from what has happened. Although she said healing might be a bit difficult since I have started having flashes of what happened to me when I was little and it is causing some major trauma for me and it might or might not make me crazy that was why she recommended I shouldn’t think too much about it. So here I am in my room sitting on my bed in all-black attire, slouched over and playing with my fingers as I wai
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