(When I say "you" i mean my dad this time. I'm writing this from memory P.O.V instead rn)

I remember how mad you were when you came home from work. I was scared, when you were mad it was never a good thing....your terrifying when your mad dad...

Mom had snitched to you that I had hurt her....but that's not why you were  mad mainly.

You said because I didn't call you like I normally did when this happened and let you do the work to get the fighting to stop. But you never knew that when the call with you ended the fighting raged on. What you did never solve anything and I was too scared about the moment to call you.

You were very angry with me. I was already hiding in my room out of fear, the door locked tight. I knew you were mad and I was scared. You knocked on my door after a little bit and asked to come in.

You sounded calm but I knew that you were still angry with me. I didn't want to let you in. I was terrified...could you blame me..

I asked you in fear if you were going to hurt me. I knew you were mad and that you might. You told me "no" you weren't going to hurt me. You just wanted to talk. I wanted to believe you were sincere so I opened the door.

You were lying...you held a hanger in your hand and my brother was rushing up the stairs, yanking on your arm to try and pull you away from my room.

He had heard my scream of fear when I saw you had that in your hand. So he came to help me, he didn't want me to get hurt.

But you were stronger and your threatened to whoop him too if he didnt let go and go back downstairs.

I urged him to go. I didn't want him to get hurt twice in the same day. I wanted him to be okay.

He left after a while screaming at you. You came in and made it so he couldn't. You locked us in here. He tried to save me.

But he couldn't. You did talk to me about what I should have done.

And that you were disappointed in me. Then you hurt me.

I thought you would be the one parent I could trust. You werent going to hurt us like she did.

It looks like I was wrong....you lied...

You hurt me...and i can never forget that.....why?

Because now I'm scared of you I'm always scared of you. You dont know I am though. You think I've forgiven you for this.

I cant. Because now every time you get mad even if its not at me I get scared and I remember this.

I cry, have a full on breakdown. Because I'm scared of you and I'm haunted by the memories.

I can never forget...