LIFE SUCKS

The Breaking of a Family

My life hasn't always been this awful. Actually, I think I've lived a pretty decent life until I turned about 16. As of now, I am a 19 year old woman who lives with her dad and younger sister. Sadly, my mother passed away when I was 16. That was the most devasting event in my life! After that my life had just plunged downhill. My family's grief from my Mom's death has destroyed us. We are no longer a family. About three months after my mother's passing, my Dad decided to start drinking. He always told me that he won't continue. But he never quit. As time went on, his drunkeness increased as well as his evil actions. When I was 18, he began to look at my body. At first I didn't pay any mind until I caught him peeking at me changing in the bathroom. I just kept my cool and pretended like I didn't notice. I didn't know what to do! This peeking nature of his continued. One night my dad and I was watching a movie on the couch. It was getting late so I decided to shower and retire for the night. When I went to bed, five minutes later I heard a knock on my door. It was Father. He aked me if he can sleep in my bed because he claimed that he get's lonely at night. I did not believe him so I said no. The next day we didn't say a word to each other until he started drinking and had gotten drunk. He was really angry about what happened last night and we argued. I couldn't take anymore so I went to my room and shut the door. For the next half hour it was quiet. I was curious about the placidity in the house so I left the room to see my Dad. I checked the living room then I checked his room but they were both empty. So I went to my 11 year old's sister's room. What I've witnesses was a thousand times worse than my Mom's death. My dad was raping my sister! Immediately, I tried to get him off of her. Before I knew it, I took a sledgehammer to the knee. Instantaneouly, I fell and on the ground my Father hit me four more times with the sledgehammer in my legs. My left leg is now broken. When the cops arrived, my dad was taken to prison and we'll probably never see him again. I hate him very much now but I don't want too. I wish I had parents and now my sister is probably traumatised for life. Thanks for reading my sorrowful tale of woe.