I know had lost all trust in him. I feared him. I wanted to leave.
Locking my door to sleep, sleeping with my shoes and coat on.
"Always be ready to leave," I told myself
Lucky for me, my mom and become close. As we were a few years ago. All the shit my father told me, I threw it all. Holding a big grudge against him.
Even if they didn't know it, I was smart. As I continue to act up. It was hard to always act up and the comfort against my father was felt. He was getting angrier with me, yelling even louder and now his eyes began to be cold as well.
Now her children were on my side, all of us wanted him out of the house.
YOU ARE READING
My Truth Untold
Non-FictionThis book isn't for others. Usually, I write intending to help others pass through hard stuff and understand how precise situations can be felt. But this one, this book is different. This book is to help me. May I kill this beast, slowly eating me...
