Of course Steve was her. I have hated Steve, every since my mother brought him home, as her boyfriend. I really did not know what she saw in him he was like her shadow he was always around her and he always looked at me in those very weird ways there was something serious wrong with him….I just did not know what. Soon I realized.
From the day Steve came into my mother’s life mom has not been herself. She was not the old mom I once knew, no he became a real witch! At the beginning she was just acting weird, but it developed and she started to see me like this little animal that always was standing in the way. I wish dad still was alive, because when he was with us everything was perfect….. And my mother too.
When daddy was dying I promised him not to cry anymore. But in that moment I just could not help myself. I felt the tears on my cheeks. I cried for the very first time since dad left this world. Steve was touching in those ways he was not ought to, it was horrible terrifying I could not find words for the way he touched, spoke and looked at me, it was disgusting. He was my mother’s boyfriend not mine! How could he do it I was old enough to be his daughter that perverse devil. Steve tore my clothes of. Steve did not seem to care about if I wanted to, no he just continued. Faith hope and love are the most important things in life daddy used to say. I had none of them I tried not to give up I really did but I lost the hope and I gave up I was helpless. And then my mother came home.
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