(Ralph)

“Well…,” I started.

“It all started when i was 14 and my mother left my dad for his best friend. He loved her, and he begged and cried for her to come back home. She got a restraining order on him after they got divorced.” I glanced at Daniella before continuing.

“After that he started going downhill, he never left the house, or the couch for that matter, actually he only left to get alcohol. He started on a beer a day, but slowly upgraded to three a day, four a day, even six a day. He started to make me cook, and i was only 14. If his food was ever so slightly off, like if i put the ketchup than burger..he’d hit me, and then drink another beer, whenever something bad would happen he’d hit me..”

“Ralph, i am so sorry, you know if you want to stop now we can..” Daniella said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

I nodded. “I’ll just get to the point then. When i turned 16,
i moved out to find my mom. I found her of course. She let me stay with her, but now, me being 18 i moved out.”