It was that all too familiar smell that just seemed to fill the house. I always knew when dad had come home because I could smell that odor well before he came in to kiss us good night. It was so stro
I hated when my parents yelled. I used to try to cover my ears under my covers but I could still hear the yelling. I ran out my bedroom door one night to try and tell them to stop-and then I saw it. I
I thought I loved him. In that moment, I really did love him and I wanted to show him how much I loved him. I knew I was young but I was in love and I didn't care. He was my sweet escape and I kn