“Dad, I need to tell you something…and you’re going to hate me.” I whispered as I pushed opened the door. I’m scared to talk to my dad about what really happened. I know once I tell him the truth everything will be different.
He might send me away. I don’t want to go away.
I did what my dad wanted me to do. I lied in bed and thought about everything.
Growing up, dad and I have always been closer, really close. It’s always been me and him. Plus Aunt Sawyer and Ivy.
I remember hearing dad and Aunt Sawyer talk about my mom once in a while. I would try to listen but they would always talk when I was supposed to be sleeping. It only happened a couple of times and when it did, it would put dad in a really bad mood. He would then come to my room and kiss me goodnight, telling me he would alw
