I remember that day, it was terrifying, everybody gone. I was about 3 or 4 years old, and he came…

My step-dad was at work, my mom was asleep. I heard a knocking on the door. I heard a deep voice calling out, "Sweetie, open the door for daddy!" it was my dad, no not the stepdad, my real, biological dad. " I have a surprise for you, mommy, and Rick!" at the time I didn't know who Rick was, but I did hear my mom call, my step-dad Rick. I opened the door, and my dad came running towards my moms room. "Daddy, mommy is sleeping!" I said with a little shout, "I know honey, but daddy needs to talk to mommy, alone." he picked me up, put me in a small crib I used when I was angry, didn't listen. "Just stay and don't move!" he ran, and then I heard a woman scream, it was mommy.

She was saying words I could not understand, but even though I couldn't tell what she was saying I knew she was scared. I just started to cry and cry, it felt like forever but my dad walked out of the room. Not a mark on him, mom was quiet, I could not hear her. The door creaked, my step-dad entered the room. My dad walked up to him, seeing my dad's buff body compared to Rick's small scrawny body. He just walked up to Rick slowly, he looked like he was getting his prey. "So, you're the step-dad, are ya? Well, answer me boy, how old are ya, 15! Haha!" my dad sounded evil just staring at him. "Umm, actually I am 26, sir." Rick sounded like a little kid, he was scared for sure.

He lifted him up with just his one hand, he just dragged him into the other room. Slight mumbling, it sounded just like him. My dad walked out of the room, his arms had scratches all over them. I was mortified, he was coming towards me. I started to cry. I cried until he came all the to me. "Honey, it's okay, daddy's here." he held me like nothing happened, but I knew something happened…