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I hate my father

Posted: 16:27

I'm a 14 year old girl. All my life I've struggled with an abusive family. My mother was an alcohol addict. She came home drunk almost every night, and when she was actually home, she's always beat me and my 2 siblings. So was dad, but we didn't get to see him often. He was part of who knows what illegal bullshit with some other '€œfriends'€ of his. We often saw him selling drugs to other people, but were threatened not to say a word to anyone, never. Our house was a loud mess every night, and quiet during the day, when both mom and dad were out. Dad abused me and my siblings and had a love-hate relationship with mom, sometimes kissing her, other times slamming her head against the walls. My older brother (let's call him K) always tried to defend us, the younger ones, but the result was painful. I'm surprised the 3 of us were even ALIVE, considering mom had aborted 2 babies that were *supposed* to arrive. I remember I was around 11 when a group of people broke into our house. Later on I found out that K had called the child support; they were there to help. They took me and A(my younger sister, was 9 at that time), but left K. I never knew why. He was 15 or 16, technically still a child. So why didn't they help him, too? Me and A stayed in an orphanage for a few months, then she was taken into a foster home and we were separated. Although we had gotten rid of our abusive parents, life was still the same. The only thing missing were the bruises I always used to have after a nice '€œtalk'€ with dad. Since I barely got to go to school while living in the abusive household, my social workers were nice enough to homeschool me, and even hired a private teacher for me a year later. If they hadn't, well... I wouldn't be able to write this confession now. For two years, I knew nothing of my brother or parents. I went on with my life, finally enjoying myself, at least a bit. Heck, I even got to take guitar lessons from one of the social workers, and I must say, I really like playing the guitar. It was a nice hobby, it distracted me from the crap that was going on in my life. What about my sister, A? Well, she had pretty much the same fate as me, it's just we didnt get to see each other much. Still, we visited each other on holidays and important occasions and kept in touch as much as we could. As soon as I turned 13, my father came to my orphanage. He looked drunk, but not as scary and abusive as he was before. Oh, holy shit, how wrong I was. He told me that mom had died a few months earlier in a car crash. When I asked about my brother, K, he avoided the topic. He also added that he missed me and A and wanted us back home, after apologizing for what he'd done. I didn't believe him. After years of torturing me and my sister, beating us up every night and calling us terrible names, I highly doubted he would ever feel sorry. But A believed him. She was actually very excited to go back home, and kept fantasizing about how awesome our life would be if we would reunite. But at that moment, the social worker who cared about me the most, Melissa (I suppose I can give her name this time, right..?) noticed my unwillingness to return home. She let me choose, and I chose to stay at the orphanage. I advised A to do the same, but she refused and got mad at me, taking dad's side. After all he'd done, the police would just let us go back in that place, just like that? Why? It was too weird to be true, anyways. I argued with A. She said she hated me and promised to never talk to me again. Here we are now, at the current point of the story. I'm now 14, and a week earlier I found out that dad had brutally murdered A. My only sister, my only friend, was gone. It was in the newspaper, on the media, everywhere. I knew he was cruel, but what kind of animal is THAT?! Now it's just me. I don't know where K is, he would know what to do in this situation. But I'm going to find out the truth this time.

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