Daisy was welcomed home to an empty house. The stench of beer made her need to sit down; she walked into the kitchen only to find the same as every day, no food. Except for her father's personal stash which she daren't touch. She walked into her bedroom to find her father had trashed the only thing keeping her sane. Her diary. And to her horror, he had read yesterday's writings and scribbled over them.
I have to get out of the house quickly, before my dad comes back, I'm so scared, what am I going to do, what am I going to do? I don't know what to do?
She hurriedly packed a bag but as she was gathering the pages of her diary so she could take it with her, the front door clicked open. Thought about hiding but by the time she had hidden her bag, it was too late.
Her dad charged into her room, and punched her in the ribs. Daisy doubled over in pain and tears streamed down her face. Her dad lunged towards her and she made an attempt at cowering backwards, only to put herself in a corner. He continuously punched her
I hate my life so much, why does my dad hate me so much? Is it all really my fault? Did mum really throw herself off a bridge because of me? It must be my fault. Why do I always mess thing up? Why? Why me?
Her dad left the room and just as Daisy thought her ordeal was over, he came back. This time with a metal bar in his hand.
"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR WASTING 14 YEARS OF MY LIFE, TAKING UP MY TIME AND MAKING YOUR MOTHER KILL HERSELF!"
He pounded her back until he was satisfied that she was unconscious and left for the pub.
Sometimes when i hear my friends complain about not getting on with their dad's i just want to yell in their face's, "at least you have a dad that doesn't enjoy knocking you unconscious." I wish I could just curl up and die, but I am determined not to be a coward like my mum or let my dad win.
I just want to be happy.
