The Numbers in a Clock

Why?

How could you do this to me?

You said you'd be with me forever.

Lies

You said that you'd save me from the monsters clouding my dreams

Lies

You said you loved me.

It's all fucking lies

The day I came home from school, Mum was crying her eyes out saying that you left us. You left us, right where we needed you the most.

I don't care that you're my father.

I don't care that your hugs made my heart swell with happiness.

I don't care that whenever i made you proud, pride would radiate off of you.

You fucking left

"It was just too much, Mel, too much. I couldn't take it anymore"

What?

So you thought you'd just throw Me, your daughter in front of the bullet?

No.

I, don't even have the words to describe what I feel right now.

But, I know this.

I hate you.

For leaving me to look after Mum and Lennox all by myself.

For leaving me to have to work, while having school, and housework, so that you could go get a prostitute pregnant.

For making me have to see the most wonderful, kind and funny woman, build up bricks around herself.

I hate you.