I woke up.
I ate some yogurt.
I sat on the couch.
Ginger joined me.
Dad came out.
Stomped over to the couch.
Ginger tried to slink away.
Dad kicked her.
Dad chased her into the kitchen.
Dad kept kicking her. She was almost in a corner.
I screamed at him to stop.
He stomped at me, and looked like he was going to start beating me.
I slinked away and started crying and shaking.
He kept yelling at me.
Mom came out of her room. Dad walked back to the coffee pot.
Kept yelling at me.
Mom said some stuff to him.
He responded.
Kept yelling at me.
I yelled back at him. I went to the bathroom and cryed for a little while.
Came out of bathroom and went out back and cryed.
Came back in, sat down on the couch and tried to watch TV.
Mom came in and tried to talk to me.
Didn't believe me that Dad was actually kicking ginger hard since ginger
is a little bit of a drama queen.
But he was. I saw him.
I told her that I was sick of the lack of respect that he has for anyone under the age of 18 that he hasn't physically hurt yet.
She left me alone. I tried to clean up my face.
Still have the urge to keep crying.
Can't get anything done ******** sick of this s**t.
You'd think he'd be done ruining my life.
Nope. He hasn't changed one bit.
I'm merely his burden, and he's mine.
That's the way this family works.
And it sucks.
