Dear Dad

Dear Dad...
I wish I could talk to you in person, but I'm afraid. I don't want you to yell like you usually do. I just want to say, that I'm sick of you coming home late at night with a hangover. I can't stop worrying about your actions. I can't stop thinking about that one time you almost hit her, that one minute with your hand raised ready to strike. It has brought me terrible images in my head. I want them to go away but they just wont. I have the worst of dreams! Ones where you are hungover and you and mom go outside but only you come in.I don't want anything to happen to you or her, but I don't know how to fix this. If you just stopped! Like you did before. So that is my plea. Listen to it please. Look at what I am saying!

Love Lonely.Girl