Memories.
The days looked pretty much the same. I walk up early, often before the sun even had raised up to heat the air. Start to feed the animals and prepared the farming work. This could have been a lovely picture of a family farm where they family helping each other if not for what often happened next. Often I hear my father around lunch stumble down the stairs. I feel goose bumps all over my body. He often kick the door open to the barn or stumble in to it because he was so drunk. And for no reason he could take one of the farming tools and walk up to me and hit me hard. He did not need a reason at all he always find some. When he felt he was done with the beating he just laughs at me, telling me how weak I am and that I was not good for anything. He let me lie there alone often bleeding. As soon as I could get up on my I stumble back out, see him out on the field working, so I walk in side to take care of the bleeding wounds. It was not only me he injured, my mother was always beaten, I hides up stairs as I hear her screaming. I can still hear her scream in my dreams. And one day she was gone. I have been looking for her, he told me that my mother had left us because she had found someone else. But I know my mother would not to that and no one have seen her since. After that day he started to beat me up daily. I working hard at the days and lie crying at night.
And one day I had enough and run in to Bree to hide. That´s when I found Rhianonn and my life change. I have not told my friend this because I feel ashamed but now my nightmare is over....
