Everyday I lived in fear. When would it start again? Everything is temporary. I feared. Not just for me, but also for her. And him. But mostly her.

The moment I stepped through the door, the overpowering stench of alcohol hit me. Fear gripped me. Is she alright? I raced though the rooms. Finally, I found her in the nursery. There she was, sitting cross-legged on the floor, unscathed. I picked her up and held her tight in my arms. I looked at her and she smiled. But her eyes – she knew; I knew she knew. But my heart still ached for her.

I was only four when it first started. Through my own eyes I saw what mother went through every single day of her life; of my life. I led a one-sided childhood. For all the love I got from my father, I was better off without a father. It maybe cruel to admit, but what did it cost me?

Deep in her eyes reflected the pain and suffering of a more mature person; certainly not the life of an innocent four-year-old. The life of constant abuse from an alcoholic father.

incomplete but i cant be bother :D