My Fathers Attempt

Me and D the abuser were sitting in the living room one afternoon when a van pulled up outside. My dads van. He jamp out the van but he wasn’t alone he was accompanied my a crow bar. That was time for us to panic.

D grabbed me and pulled me into the bathroom with our dog and as my dad banged at the door with the crow bar he help his hands over my mouth and the dogs to shut us up and he punched me so hard in the stomach, I couldn’t cry or scream. I didn’t want to cry or scream anyway.

I say that because I knew if my dad got in the house he would kill D and my dad would be the one who went to jail, not the monster who deserved it the most. I was terrified I didn’t know what to do and the banging got louder and louder moving from the front of the house to the back of the house.

But he got back into the van and drove off. D grabbed me and the dogs leads and told us we were going for a walk. He didn’t hold my hand he held my arm at the top. Gripping hard making sure I moved where he wanted me to move. I didn’t know what was happening and before I knew it we were at the closest park with the dog. In public you see.

D was a coward and a monster and couldn’t hit another man, just women. And just the women that wouldn’t hit him back. It wasn’t 5 minutes before my dad turned up at the park where we were standing. That scared the living hell out of D.

I walked across to the van and spoke to my dad. I acted like I wasn’t in the house and I had told him everything was ok. As I’ve said before I couldn’t leave D because he threatened my family and my dad hitting him would have just made his plan fall into place.

That was that. I can smile and laugh on cue even when I’m at my saddest or when I’m in terrible pain after being punched hard in the stomach and winded. I might not be the best actress but I sure as hell tried.

What else could my family do when I refused help. When I would kick and scream and refuse to leave because I was too scared to. I didn’t want to die and I didn’t want anything to happen to my family…

At least I’d be leaving a few days or weeks after that.

I just want to thank everyone again for reading some stories are harder than other to write and especially post but the support I am receiving from everyone who is reading is amazing and I am so thankful.

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