A true account of childhood of misery. A child should never have to fear those they love. Isn't unconditional love meant to extend both ways? More
The one person who was meant to protect, guide and love me above all else was the one person who refused to give it; who excelled at dishing out brutal punishments without fear of reprisals just for the fun of it. The sky was the limit when it came to my fathers demonic designs in ways to maltreat myself and my sister - bibles, cooking utensils, vacuum cleaners and slippers were the regular tools of choice but when he got bored Derek would resort to highly imaginative terror inducing techniques. More than once in my five years of living my own father had made me feel like I was inches from death. Why was the court unable to see the carnage one man was causing? How could one man enjoy hurting his own children?