I just want you to know Callie - you were good enough, you were better than enough. You were everything I wanted, when you were born I did what I knew was best for you, because my precious baby girl, you deserved the world.
My life spun off the deep end when I was 17, I had stolen my father's vehicle one night to go to a party, I drove home drunk and ended up writing the car off. My dad was so sick of my rebellious actions, after that night I still remember my father's hand stinging my left cheek. The alcohol that had been lingering in my veins made me slur words I regret saying now; “fuck you, I have always hated your lying ass, I hope you rot in hell”, I was so young and clueless. Those words must’ve punctured deeply for he did not speak …show more content…
He was a drug dealer, and soon gathered enough money to move us into an apartment. For people who had nothing; this apartment was everything we could have hoped for. I remembered waking up from the bed, we had found that was tossed out from a rich f**ks house, we took it and carried it all the way back to our apartment downtown Toronto. No box spring, or nice wooden headboard like the one I had months prior, but it worked. The floors of the apartment creaked, and the smell of fish or curry flowed through the vents, from the other tenants. Our couch had cigarette burn holes along the sides of the arms, and ashes that spread across the carpet beneath it. The spare bedroom wreaked of dank, that’s where Liam and his boys smoked or sold and made profits.
Weeks turned into months, Liam and I did everything together, he made me happy. That was until he came home very late and stumbled into bed with the smell of female perfume, and a hickey on the side of his neck. When I asked about it, he told me to shut the hell up. I accused him of cheating and that was when he hit me for the first time. Just like my father, the sting on my left cheek burned. My ears rung and my blood heated I called him a bastard, and he gripped his rough hands around my arms and pinned me against a …show more content…
I closed my eyes, and he threw me to the floor and yelled “You’re worthless and ungrateful no wonder your father doesn’t want you.” I laid on the floor holding my shoulder and he walked out of the apartment slamming the door behind him. Once he left the tears ran from my grey eyes, the red lash grew a dark blue colour contrasting with my fair skin. I stood in the shower hoping to wash away the pain I felt. I took some lines, drank a bottle, and went to sleep. I woke up to a thud early that morning and found Liam drunk in the
My life spun off the deep end when I was 17, I had stolen my father's vehicle one night to go to a party, I drove home drunk and ended up writing the car off. My dad was so sick of my rebellious actions, after that night I still remember my father's hand stinging my left cheek. The alcohol that had been lingering in my veins made me slur words I regret saying now; “fuck you, I have always hated your lying ass, I hope you rot in hell”, I was so young and clueless. Those words must’ve punctured deeply for he did not speak …show more content…
He was a drug dealer, and soon gathered enough money to move us into an apartment. For people who had nothing; this apartment was everything we could have hoped for. I remembered waking up from the bed, we had found that was tossed out from a rich f**ks house, we took it and carried it all the way back to our apartment downtown Toronto. No box spring, or nice wooden headboard like the one I had months prior, but it worked. The floors of the apartment creaked, and the smell of fish or curry flowed through the vents, from the other tenants. Our couch had cigarette burn holes along the sides of the arms, and ashes that spread across the carpet beneath it. The spare bedroom wreaked of dank, that’s where Liam and his boys smoked or sold and made profits.
Weeks turned into months, Liam and I did everything together, he made me happy. That was until he came home very late and stumbled into bed with the smell of female perfume, and a hickey on the side of his neck. When I asked about it, he told me to shut the hell up. I accused him of cheating and that was when he hit me for the first time. Just like my father, the sting on my left cheek burned. My ears rung and my blood heated I called him a bastard, and he gripped his rough hands around my arms and pinned me against a …show more content…
I closed my eyes, and he threw me to the floor and yelled “You’re worthless and ungrateful no wonder your father doesn’t want you.” I laid on the floor holding my shoulder and he walked out of the apartment slamming the door behind him. Once he left the tears ran from my grey eyes, the red lash grew a dark blue colour contrasting with my fair skin. I stood in the shower hoping to wash away the pain I felt. I took some lines, drank a bottle, and went to sleep. I woke up to a thud early that morning and found Liam drunk in the