My father is an awful bloke rnall he does is sit there and rnsniff coke he doesnt care about anyone rnhe always used to beat my mum rni never undertood why he wernt therernit was like he was hidden but all that he was just in prison rnfor selling drugs and being a thug rnrni was so young and confused i never new what to do rnand then that awful night started to seep he had a plate rnin his keep i said to him daddy what the matter rnand he said shut up you s and are you getter rnfatter no daddy i said ive lost weight i never new that this comment would decide my fate rnrnthis made him angry and he started to swear then rnal of a sudden he pulled my hair no daddy i screamed as my tears started to stream rnmy mother ran to me and pushed his away he slapped her hard and pushed her away rni looked at my mum and saw the fear in her eyes and remeber what my dad used to tell me and all rnthe lies its ok mum i started to hum ill be ok my just sat there didnt no what to say rni saw the plate in his hand and his arm starting to expand sorry i yelped but still i could nt rnbe helped then he hit me round the head oh how the tear started to shed he let go and called me a rn rni just lied there holding my hair i must of passed out cause when i rnawoke the poice where at the door lieing on my dad on the floor they took him away on that cold dark day and never was my father seen again rn
