Deuces. Pt.4

So as things were looking up, this happens. He was gone. Its was going to be a huge change for me not having him here. All I could think was about my gran. Was she ok. He died of emphysema. Little things I still miss about him, his passion for cars, his slicked back 60's style hair, his constant chewing of mints. A few weeks after the funeral was a bit better. I had come to grips with it. I was used to him not being there. But I could feel his presence.

Things were ok until. One day I it all went wrong. My mum and stepdad had the arguement of all arguements. It was nasty. I remember my stepdad running after us all at the house. He was like a sociopath. Crazy. Its ended nasty. He was taken away by police and a few of us were left with bruses. But more emotional scarring than anything. I never forgave him. He was ordered to stay away from us all for 6months and we had a court hearing to see what would happen to him. He was let off. Like most domestic abuse. He moved back into the house, but before he done that. I moved out. I moved to my grans. Were I still am to this day. I have never spoke to him apart from at a family occasion like a birthday or bbq, even then it wasn't a big long conversation.

I'm over it all now. It took some getting used to. Not knowing what was happening was eating me up inside. I believe no-one can change. And he hasn't. I never hate anyone. Just him. He took my family away from me. Take my phone. All my money. All my shit. But don't tear away MY family.

DEUCES.

CF