Life is now a living hell, more than it already was. The man I saw as my protector, my hero, my savior, is gone. I could always hear Mother and Father arguing, and I always was brought into it. I knew that when Father left, it was all my fault…I hated him more than my own dreadful life for leaving me here with that..that bitch. He left me here to suffer, and that I did. I knew that nothing was going to change. But one day, Mother got all dolled up like she used to many years ago, she wore that same perfume that I could always remember from the ‘happy times’, and made Father dinner. When he and his friends showed up, drunk, I knew that it was going to be the last time I’d ever see him…he packed his overnight bag, and left. I knew, that my life was going to end now that Father had officially left me here with Mother, and I think I had finally came to accept my fate.
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