
"Please" Addison heard her mom plead. It was always this way.
Countless nights of hearing her parents fight had left her numb now. On second thoughts, "fight" wasn't the right word. It was more of her mom begging her Dad for permission to do simple things like wanting to go out to the mall, wanting to hang out with her friends etc.
Addison hated it.
On cold nights like that, tucked under her safety blue blanket, she promised herself one thing. She would not live this life.
At 12 years old, all her friends had a lot of stories about the expensive gifts their Dads bought them, the adventures they went for in the weekends and how they are proud to say that they are, "Daddy's princesses".
All Addison had was the daily drunken yelling of her Dad, the sobbing and begging of her mother and a broken furniture each day. She muffled the sob which escaped her lips. She can't let them hear her. They can't see her broken.
Once Addison was old enough, she would leave and she would not come back. Not for anyone or anything. That wish was what made Addison get up each day.
Until him.

