F is for Fucker of a Dad.
Heh. Oh my dad... What a swell guy. Well step-dad. But it don't matter because I never knew my real dad so ya... That made no sense.
Today he left for work and said he would be back around three. Well he just came back from work. 'Cept 2 hours earlier then normal. And being me. I was wondering why.
So I asked him. Bad mistake on my part. And wouldn't you know? Next thing. He's just beating on me. Me being un-prepared for it. Ended up on the ground in a flash. Being pinned down just about. Then after that he just goes and watches tv. Like nothing happened.
'Cept for the part of him calling me just about everything you can think of. And how worthless I am. How I won't amount to anything in my life... And just about all these swears that you could ever think of. And all that other lovely shit.
Just when I think it's safe to come out of my room. Such a bad move on my part. I walk into the tv room and guess what I get. For another hour or two he does it all again!
Will this fucker ever stop?!
Hell. I know the answer.
Yes, it's been drilled into my skull. By everyone that 'cares'... "If I really want it to stop, then I must tell the police"... If only. You people wouldn't understand... Oh well. I've had worse. So I'll live.
Meh. Ran out of things to type... What a fucked up day...
Whatever, I'm off to make myself 'feel' better.
Today he left for work and said he would be back around three. Well he just came back from work. 'Cept 2 hours earlier then normal. And being me. I was wondering why.
So I asked him. Bad mistake on my part. And wouldn't you know? Next thing. He's just beating on me. Me being un-prepared for it. Ended up on the ground in a flash. Being pinned down just about. Then after that he just goes and watches tv. Like nothing happened.
'Cept for the part of him calling me just about everything you can think of. And how worthless I am. How I won't amount to anything in my life... And just about all these swears that you could ever think of. And all that other lovely shit.
Just when I think it's safe to come out of my room. Such a bad move on my part. I walk into the tv room and guess what I get. For another hour or two he does it all again!
Will this fucker ever stop?!
Hell. I know the answer.
Yes, it's been drilled into my skull. By everyone that 'cares'... "If I really want it to stop, then I must tell the police"... If only. You people wouldn't understand... Oh well. I've had worse. So I'll live.
Meh. Ran out of things to type... What a fucked up day...
Whatever, I'm off to make myself 'feel' better.