Home is where the heart is. That’s what they say. I wasn’t so sure about that. Because that would make me homeless at the moment. There was nothing about my house to make it a home. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my mom, but only when she wasn’t under my dad’s influence. He changed her. He made her hate me and want to get rid of me and talk me down every chance she got. Probably what he needs to do. Maybe it’s his way of making sure that I would never be able to trust of feel comfortable enough with my mom so that I would trust her with my secrets. I might have done the same thing if I was him. Maybe he didn’t even care about himself. Maybe he was just as worried about the trouble I would get into if anybody found out. I helped him cover everything up. I went mute. I was the cause of everythi
