It’s 11pm on a school night and I am sitting by the front room, looking out the window, as I do every night. 11pm is when the pubs close and soon my father will arrive home. If I do not watch for him, he bangs hard in the thin window panes and makes you jump out of your skin.
For some reason, he likes to make children afraid. My mother has a moment of wisdom, she doesn’t let him in. He shouts and bangs on the doors and windows, they sound like they are going to cave in. All his threats are directed at me. He talks about how is going to hurt me or even worse, and I am inclined to believe him.
The days are no better, one after the other, living in fear. This has been going on for a decade, it feels like it will never end, but it does end! Everything comes to an end. My only regret is that I never confided in someone who could have lessened my suffering and that’s what I would urge you to do, if you were ever in a bad situation, speak to someone you can trust.