Growing up

I asked my dad a question.
He said "If you give me a hug"
But a hug isn't what he wanted.
It wasnt nearly enough,
my life from there on out would not be the same.
His eyes began to glare.
It started with a hug.
It moved to a kiss.
His hands began to wonder.
I was only elleven.
He had no remorse.
I had only tears.
I walked by his room.
My mom had gone to church.
He told me to come here.
Like a fool i listened.
I'm now only twelve.
He pulled me on his lap.
With that glare in his eye.
Again I got a hug.
Then I got a kiss.
His hands wondered even farther.
I kicked him in the nose.
He had no remorse.
I had only tears.
I Walked into the house.
His eyes already glaring.
I was greeted with a hug.
Then he forced his tounge into my mouth.
His hands were holding me still.
I tried to get away.
I was no match for him.
I was only thirteen.
He had no remorse.
I had only tears.
I am now ninteen.
I never told my mother.
My brother thinks i'm lying.
My sister said get over it,
"he was probally drunk like he was with me".
I can not get over it.
Being drunk is not an excuse.
It happend six times.
But i guess that doesn't matter.
It's my burden to bare.
So i sit in silence.
I keep it to myself.
He will never feel remorse.
But the tears stop here.