Taking the power back.

its been a week since my dad refused my sister the money for her operation and as the week past i realised that i felt mad not just for her but for the many times he had refused to stop our pain as well. So after much thought i decided to meet him face to face to ask him why he had made the decision he had.

We met in park in public place and the first thing i asked him was if it had been me would he have found the money. he stared at me wide eyed and said im not sure, if i had it maybe but i cant answer that as i dont know but id have tohink about it. And it was then that i knew my answer this pathetic piece of shit was effectively telling me that nothing in him had changed over the years not one ounce of humanity had found the way into his cold heart.

Then i turned to him and said tell me dad im just wondering how your memory is these days. I then asked him if he remembered how his two useless daughters had tended to his wound after mum had stabbed him in one of her rages. he looked me fair square in the eye and said that never happened. I looked him square back and said well dad the people who saw the knife being put in the bin did. I then said dad you might have made yourself out to be a poor sad individual but most people who know you know youve always been nothing but a conniving mean prick, and is a liar as well. After he stopped for a minute he did a back flip and he said ohh i vaguely remember that incident. I got up and walked slowly away.

He came up to me a while later and said im so sorry for not helping you against your mum but what was i do to. And i looked at him and said be a man but then again dad i dont think you know what being a man means i think there are many other words to describe you but manly isnt one of them. he then said well mums not here anymore and i said yep and ive gone to many years of counselling to get healing from what you BOTH subjected me to. He had a look of horror on his face a look of pure fear. he stopped and said what did the therapist say, i responded they said you were both sick twisted individuals who deserved to get locked up. He went even paler and then i added but youve just proved it by denying your own daughter who you stole freedom from, her right to have and own breasts.

He then looked at me and said K youve always had a vivid imagination now would you like an ice cream, and it was at that moment that all was confirmed. You see when i tried to tell anyone about what was going on he always said those words K has such a vivid imagination and the people believed him. When he falsified with a psychiatrist a report about my mental instability (a psychiatrists who was a cult member and whom we only saw in rituals) he said those words she has such a vivid imagination. When he was satisfied that we would be quiet again he would always buy us an icecream. So it was so pathetic that his distortion would think i would accept such a pathetic deal.

I turned to him and said this there are two things i need to say to you right now, leaning forward i looked him in the eyes and said firstly you will never ever again try and demeanor my very accurate and detailed long memory and secondly you will never ever again belittle my intellect because i can assure you dad both are very much in tact and unlike you i havent spent my life lying so much that i dont even know when im lying anymore which it seems you have achieved very well yourself. As for the ice cream yes thanks, as i smiled sweetly his hand trembled as he handed the money over. It was the sweetest ice cream we have ever had.

Then the interrnal battle started, if you let out sam she can get him once and for all. After all sam in her position would squash him in his, then the other issue was our sister. Now she had got what she wanted she had once again gone back to her hole and when we tried to contact her she wasnt responding. We felt them both sucking their toxicity back into us, it was that hollow voice once more but you know that if you rejoin us they can be punished. We struggled deep-lyo ver the next twenty four hours, we had nightmares of what happened to traitors and clear memories of punishments for those who dared speak out.

Finally on Monday night we started to implode rather than self punish we phoned a Friend we poured our grief out and let it go. In those tears we knew we were also saying goodbye to our sister and father it is the only way, but what we do know is that we spoke the truth for the first time to our primary abuser and it felt good. We in that moment took our power back.

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