I stood close against it not looking at him. I stepped in the bathroom closing the door behind me. I felt extremely uncomfortable as I stood there, I only thought my dad was hurt. Alcohol bottles on the counter and Dad in the bath. I opened the bathroom door and looked at the scene. His gruff voice shouted through the closed door, “Wesley get in here.” He slurred. “Dad are you okay?” I asked, my heart racing. I thought we was drowning, I ran up the stairs, He was coughing and gasping for air, it sounded like he was coughing up water. I was watching tv in the living room when I heard my dad in the bathroom. It all started one night when I was 10 years old.
He would physically and sexually abuse me. When I stayed with him and it was complete torment. Growing up with my dad was a nightmare, he’s a raging drunk.
