Daddy Dearest Daughter

“Being someone’s luggage”

daddy dearest only saw and treated me like I was simply a possession... his luggage.

He called me “The Apple of his eye” whatever that means

When we didn’t live in the car. He would toss me on the bed when the men would bring him his drugs and tell me to “lay down and take it”

He would wake me in the middle of the night, yank me out of bed by the arm, unmake my bed then yell at me demanding I remake it until he could pop a quarter on it. Then telling me “now get in bed. You made your bed now lay in it”

the strangest/oddest/freakie job I’ve ever done is being that sick man’s “daughter”

Daily beatings until I bled, kicking me in the face with his boot making me tumble backwards down the stairs. Locking me in the cellar, closet anything with a lid. Including the luggage!

Having to lay there and take it while the disgusting men do their dirty little deeds to me at the age of theee and four, for their sexual pleasure! Yes daddy dearest loved his drugs more’

and just think I had to do that job for free!!! No pay!!!

if you think that isn’t or wasn’t a JOB you are sadly mistakin!

being a mom is a job being a dad is a job!!! how can you think being an abused child having to endure such hatred isn’t a JOB?

you just probably haven’t looked at it like that.

not my only “bad” job either.

I was told just last week Iam an orphan. My mother died during childbirth and she was raped. Father unknown. I just found out I was taken!

I wasn’t even his “daughter”

made my job ever HARDER!

Athena