So... i've always known that when i was around five, approaching 6, i tried to tell my father that Granddaddy was hurting me. And, it did not go well.
It was a Sunday evening and it was getting close to time for me to go back to my grandparents. The sun had sunk low in the sky, but it was not yet quite sunset. Mama was at Vanessa's helping her with Iris. And, i was alone with my Daddy. He was in the den watching tv and reading the paper. i peeked out the steps and saw his water glass empty. i sneaked out and got it, and filled it with ice and poured a bit of water over it. Sliding his glass back on his coaster i settled in the floor by his feet. Eventually he noticed me sitting there and peeked at me over his paper. "i got you some water, Daddy." He smiled at me. "Thank you, sweetie. Have you packed your stuff up to go back to Granny's?" i shook my head. He frowned at me. "Don't you think you'd better?" i took a deep breath, now or never. "Daddy, i don't want to go. Granddaddy is mean to me. He hurts me. He touches me in bad ways." He sighed. He looked almost afraid for a moment. Then his eyes hardened. He threw his paper in the floor. "We don't tell lies. Go in your bedroom, I'll be there in a minute to see about your punishment. Then you are going home."
He whipped me with his belt. And, my final hope died. my Daddy wouldn't save me.
