I know my father. I know his name, his family, and exactly where he is at this moment in time. I have grown up with him being around inconsistently. While I know my father, I don't believe that I've ever had a dad. My father has never been the type that you can go outside and play catch with, who barbecues for you and your friends, who takes you to your school's daddy-daughter dance. We have never been close due to several physical and emotional conflicts.
These conflicts always happened at night when no one is around to defend me. He knew that he only had power when I am alone and he thrives on this. One incident occurred when I first began high school. I was grabbed out of my bed and thrown to the ground because I dared to have a phone out past 10 pm. I could feel …show more content…
On a summer night I went downstairs to let my sister in the house but this was not okay with my father. When I reached the last step time seemed to move in hyper-speed. Before I knew it I was placed in a choke hold by my father and I was fighting to get free. I tried to claw and bite my way out of this position but it was no use. I left marks on his arms which he later used to play the victim in the situation. The only thing that got him off was the fact that my mom came running down the stairs to get him off. That night everyone packed up some of their clothes and we stayed with my aunt for a few weeks. The police were called later but when they showed up I couldn't stop crying long enough to talk to them but I eventually found the strength to write it down. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do; recall a horrific experience in great detail. As I sit here and write about it now, it still makes me tear up, but I am again proud that I chose to fight