Dear Daddy, I know why you tried to kill my cat in front of me…

Dear Dad,

I don’t know why I specifically remember this day over any other day.

I was 14 and had just sat down to watch TV after just cleaning my room. I remember how clean and pretty it was. There was bright sun light shining through my clean windows. I was proud to have done such a grown up thing. And I was “big time” then, I had a TV in my room.

After my chore, my beloved little black kitty and I sat on the floor side by side till you walked into my room and immediately began kicking his tiny body repeatedly at your fullest strength. At 240 lbs, I can’t imagine what damage you did to his little 13 lbs body. You kicked him a few times before he eventually was able to drag himself under my bed for safety. I thought for sure you had killed him. My kitty didn’t move for hours. He just laid there breathing heavily. Strange – I forget now if it was sunny or dark after the fact. All the sunlight in my room has evaporated from my memory. I was filled with so much rage then. I can still feel it now.

That wasn’t the only time you violently beat my cat in front of me. There were countless fucked up moments. I even remember you grabbing him and throwing him off our 2nd floor balcony. You were always looking for ways to change me daddy. You were always looking for ways to make all of us more submissive. Nearly killing my pet in front of me when I was 11 and up didn’t make me submissive you foul piece of shit. It just made me think of doing the same shit to you. I think about it in my mind every once in a while.

I hope you’re suffering daddy. I hope you are suffering and I hope it hurts real bad. I wish you were dead.