I’ve learnt about typhoons in class, they are terrible storms, cyclones that destroy everything in their path without mercy. I haven’t seen a typhoon before not even on television but I can say I know what it feels like to experience one, because daddy acts just like that ever since mummy left.

He’s worse than before now, then it was only harsh words but now just like a typhoon, he breaks everything he sees, screams all the time and when he drinks he hurts me real bad. I don’t blame mummy for leaving but why didn’t she take me with? Am I that bad that she doesn’t want me anymore?

My door flings open bringing me out of my thoughts, my heart beat starts to accelerate as I watch in horror my dad in a drunken state stagger to where I’m sitting, with an empty bottle of wine in his hand, his face is tear stained and his eyes are blood red.

“Why did you leave me? Do you know how much I love you?! You shouldn’t have left me Grace!” My father screams while also sobbing. He’s hallucinating again.

“Daddy no it isn’t mummy, its me your daughter.” Daddy gives out a weak laugh then staggers back, “what are you trying to say? That I’m a fool?"

“No daddy.” I say trying my best to assure him, I can feel my whole body shaking, “it’s really me, your daughter.”

“Stop saying that!” He shrieks then swings the bottle at me.

“Lord please…”

The slicing pain I feel next and the sound of shattered glass don’t let me to continue the prayer. I feel my body go limp as I drop to the floor and not long after every where goes dark.

© Erinma

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