I finally mustered up the courage to look up my dad online. He's listed as a Florida sex offender. Maybe I did it so that I could see what an a**hole he is. I saw his picture and he looked as ugly as he truly was. Deep down, I think I still loved him, and this helped me sever that.
I've realized that every time he did something for us, he tried to get me and my lil' sis Dani, A.K.A. IchigoKitsune95, to side with him. That never could've happened, because we knew how much he hurt our mom, physically and verbally, and we always got upset when she was hurt.
I still remember the time when he really abused me. I was in first grade and my teacher called him about a bad grade I had gotten. When I walked in, he started yelling at me for it, and I had said I was sorry, but that wasn't enough for him. To tell you the truth, the empty beer box should've tipped me off.
He slammed me into both of the couches (they had no cushions on and I could swear that they were wooden under the fabric), and then into the floor, where he strangled me for a bit. Then he suddenly stood up and told me to go play, wit the straightest face ever. Just like that.
My mom didn't notice, because I hid my neck well. But the next day at recess, my teacher saw the marks. She immediately called my mom and I was taken to a clinic. All they really did was examine my neck and then send me out so that they could talk to my mom.
Almost as soon as I had set foot into the hallway a woman saw me and apologized for startling me, which I wasn't. She let me pick out a toy from her office, and I chose an American Eskimo dog. I named him Charlie immediately. I still have him today.
My dad wasn't allowed into the house for six months, so he lived in his parent's house for that time. I remember that that's where I learned of my phobia of shattered glass. I had stepped on some. I also learned that I didn't like hot ovens. My great love of ramen started here, too, and my love of drawing increased.
What I remember clearly at this time is that little Dani blamed Dad leaving all on me. I understood, because she had no idea what had happened, and she still loved him. He had never hurt her, so she just didn't understand, but thank the heavens that he didn't.
Years later, when we got a two-story house built just for us, I learned the truth. My dad had been abusing my bigger sister since she was five. Now I knew why she had always let me sleepover in her room. My dad didn't hurt her when I was there. He had even preyed on her friends. She was eleven or twelve when he ran out on us and was arrested soon after.
He still tries to see us and get to us, but none of us here are gonna let him ruin our lives anymore. I have a stepdad whom I love dearly and a stepsister and brother. My big sister is with child and on her way to getting married and getting a place of her own. I'm drawing like a maniac now and so is my lil' sis. She has come to terms with everything, and is drawing like a crazy person too.
THE END.

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Longest. Journal. Ever.
I had to get it out somehow, and if you've read this far, then many thanks. I don't expect anyone to, though...
For this, I promise more deviations! Bwahahaha!