I have been doing my fathers chores and cleaning his house since as long as I can remember. He might be my dad but he hasn't ever treated as much. He loves to be drunk and loves to beat me over everything. He thinks it's funny when I'm in pain, because when I was a kid, I cried of it and he'd lock me in the dungeon downstairs and keep me there with no food or water and in complete darkness. As I got older, I stopped crying and he would get mad over that. He's beat me with everything he could think of and I still don't cry, which makes him mad. He'll lock me up for longer periods and make me go without food for a long time but I'll sneak me in a loaf of bread when he's drunk or passed out. I don't go to school because he doesn't want people to find out that I'm being neglected and abused so I stay home all day with him but sometimes he'll be knocked out cold and I'll sneak out the house. I remember one time I did that and I came back and he was still asleep. I love to be outside, I didn't know such a beautiful world existed. I just wanna be out there all day.