Daddys Girl

I got worried. I hadn't heard from you in awhile. You were out at the bar again. And you said you'd be home soon two hours before. Pam called. But you didn't answer. I texted. But you didn't reply. And when you did, those hate filled words struck me hard. I didn't know what to say. And then you got home. I was in my room shaking because I was afraid, as you started yelling at me from downstairs in the kitchen. I sat there. And you yelled more. I crept downstairs to see Pam sitting there and your eyes filled with hate. As you yelled words of how you despised me. Telling me you drink because of me. How could you say those things to your own daughter? How could you put that on me? And then you try and comfort me. Try and play daddy after yelling at me like that. I shoved you away. And you got more angry with me. I saw that blind fury in your eyes. As you began to yell more and more. It hit my heart like a brick wall. I had always been a daddys girl. I was "Your little angel." What changed? What did I do?