I was 16 when I got kicked out, my daddy threw me out. I don’t know why, I guess he was tired of my shit. My mother was a hardworking woman, who I still love and visit frequently to this day. I love her, and I love my siblings, too. Sadly, I got kicked out at 16.
Daddy never liked me, I don’t know why though.
Out of the 5 kids, he never hugged me. He never kissed me. In the contrary, he would leave me alone, he would leave me out while he played with my brothers and sisters. He would yell at me, hit me, not buy me any dolls like he did with my sisters, neither any toy cars like he did with my brothers. It was sad, I was sad. I was always sad.
I grew up into my teen years, and he would try to control me. Like if he suddenly cared or something. He wouldn’t let me go out, so I would sneak out. One day, I met a dude. A handsome guy, a guy I became close friends with. He was a bit older than me, but in the end, we ended up liking each other.
A pack of cigarettes in between both of us as we lay in his car, in the cold night, gazing at the sky above us.
I loved him. He gave me love, he gave me attention. I was happy. Until one day, one day, my daddy saw me with him and dragged me into our house by my hair. He yelled “Who the fuck is that?”. My momma ran out and so did my siblings because I was screaming and crying as he yelled at me. My momma stepped in to help, and my daddy told her what he had seen. My momma then picked me off the floor carefully, like she always did, and asked me “Baby, who’s that guy you’re seeing?”
I then remembered him. Us. the scent of cherries and lukewarm feelings in the back of his car and then coffee and pancakes in the mornings. Proud hugs and romantic hugs. Late at night. Early in the morning. What is he? Is he my friend? My boyfriend? What do I answer?
“He’s my daddy.”
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lolololol idfk anymore I’m all sleepy
Karuchan 