I honestly didn't want to act surprised when i heard the knock at my door, followed by the deep voice of my father.
i held tight to johnny, the guitar that i had been strumming in order to pass time, and avoid the conversation i knew we were about to have. He ordered me to put down my comfort blanket. I gently placed johnny besides me when my eyes locked on my fathers He sat down on my bed and began to speak. He spoke to me contently, despite his devastating words. it was difficult to answer his requests as my vision blurred and my voice had hidden itself deep inside me.

"do you understand?" He asked as he stood up.

My words left at the first sight of danger and my voice had abandoned me. i nodded in response as he left.