Well, here’s how the story goes. My parents have been divorced since I was 6…I’m 13 now and it’s been 7 years of my dad’s life going downhill. He’s been getting addictions that never would’ve crossed his mind 7 years ago. He’s an alcoholic a nicotine addict and he’s also addicted to the pills that he’s taking to help him through his nicotine addiction (?!?!?!?). He won’t admit that he has an addiction and he doesn’t even want me to know. He tries to hide it from me and he’s really bad at it. He’s the worst liar on the face of the planet!!! I open the fridge and there bear stacked up higher then you can imagine and he said “UGH! Scott brought his beer over!” I was too scared to tell him that I already knew so I just used my sarcasm and said “Ohh darn I hate it when that happens!” I’m scared of him. Well, last weekend I went to his house and finally it got to the point of physical abuse. Listen to why. I was sitting on the computer and my dad was drunk out of his mind then he told me to go into the kitchen and eat some food. I sat on the computer for a few more seconds to tell everyone “be right back” then he comes over and I’m about to stand up and walk into the kitchen when he slaps me across the faces and knocks me into the corner of the table where the computer was and said “GET IN THAT KITCHEN!”. He’s never done anything like that before. Although it’s not like I would know…I only see him 4 times a year. My dad has been really acting up lately and I’m getting really scared. I have a 3 year old sister and I’m scared that one of these days she’s going to make him mad. My dad’s always had some problems when it came to me and my blood brother. When my brother, Michael, was 11 my dad smacked him in the mouth because my brother kept asking my dad if he would help him fix his race car. I was 6 and I was standing right there when it happened. this was just a little after the divorce. Later on in the divorce my dad actually kidnapped me. I was too young to know so I didn’t bother doing anything. Then my mom had to get an order of protection against him. Although the weird thing is is that my dad only cares when it has something to do with him. He doesn’t really care about me AT ALL! Last weekend when I was at his house I told him I was going on a walk at 5 in the afternoon and I came back at 3 in the morning (just to clarify I was just hanging out with my friend Ashley NOTHING ELSE!) and all he said was “There’s blankets on the floor.” I would give anything to have it back to the way it was. I don’t know what to do. I’m scared to call the cops on him because he’s a fireman and a very persuasive one at that. When he hit me I just ran away to my friend Damaris’ house because I was too scared to do anything else. I knew that he couldn’t run as fast as me already because he has a blood clot in his leg and since he was drunk he couldn’t keep his balance.
Here’s what I need help with. I don’t know what I should do about it. Before you answer put yourself in my position and think how scary it would be to testify against your dad in court, to call the cops on him, but to be afraid of the dreaded day you see him.
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