That Drunken Man

Mommy and Daddy were having difficult times.. Arguing constantly, cursing that ringed at my small tiny ears. I was only 6 years old when he came home having a little too much to drink. I stood there staring at the intoxicated man, that I once called daddy.. His dead eyes burned into my head, my body shakes as he stumbles through the hall. Mommy tells me to run upstairs, “What’s goin on mama” I cried “Go NOW!” she croaked as her eyes stared at me with scarce. My brother drags me by the arm upstairs. I hurdle into a small ball with tears poking their way down my small delicate face, crying my heart out as if it was shattered into tiny little pieces. I was just a little girl than, Innocent & Confused.. Police sirens blare from the front lawn. I shuffle towards the cold window peeking to see the drunken, so called father of mine. speeding off, he was gone in a flash.. But not forever, He came waltzing back into my life as if he hadn't hurt a fly. He left for about a year.. The memories we shared, they’re grey and lost behind the pain which engulfs my brain. But even today, at the age of 13 years old I wasn’t blind as a bat, I knew his ‘I’m such a good father card’ was as fake as his smile. Which just pestered me, Because of him I was left drowning in a pool of depression, I only survived because of having the strength of my mom and brother to pull myself up. I will never forget that night That night he bailed, leaving my small suffering family heart broken. Yes, hes my father.. But no longer is he known as daddy, I’m never going to be daddy’s little girl again.. The pain stabbed me in the heart like a knife, still leaving scars behind which leaves me to believe, I can’t forgive nor forget.. That drunken man.