This Chapter might be a little sad.
Chapter Seven: Matt
Dear Dad,
What's it feel like to hit your son? Huh? Does it make you feel good? Does it make you feel good to hit your wife and son? I hope not. I really hope not. Because it doesn't make us feel good. It makes us feel like crap. It makes us feel unwanted and unappreciated.
Which is what we are. Unwanted. You don't really love us. Even though mom tries to convince me that you do. I know the truth. I know the sad truth. You have no real love for either of us. It makes me sick.
I remember coming home one night and finding my mom bleeding in the living room. She was crying and telling me how she wanted to die. That was a horrible experience for me. Absoulutley terrible. I never want to come home to see that again.
I hope my mom can leave you someday. I really do. You're an awful man with an awful idea of love. The only reason my mom is with you is because you raped her and I came along. She never had the heart to tell anyone though. Which you were happy about. Now you threaten her life on a daily basis you piece of crap.
Now, you must be thinking. That's no way to talk to your father. Well, I don't really count you as a father. You've never been there for me ever. Why would I start counting you as one now? You're an awful abuser and I hope you go straight to hell.
-Matt Rutherford
Matt's assignment never got turned in.
