Day 5
I have spent the last several days basically hiding from my father and the bitch. I only go downstairs to eat or if my dad wants to attempt to "talk" about fixing the wounds in our family. Its difficult for me to not yell at him and tell him that our family died with my mother. He had the nerve to tell me that if I was gonna live here I had to be nicer to Lyla. I better keep my cool cause I have no where else to go.