I unlock the door and bring willow inside, the smell hits me instantly....he has been drinking again. Sure enough he is sitting on the couch whiskey bottles laying all around him.

I get busy as soon as I step in to the house because I know if I don't have things picked up and dinner ready by the time he wakes up, he won't be very happy.

I take willow in to our room I set her up with her toys and turn on her tv show on low. Once she is content I go start dinner I decide on spaghetti it is decently quick to cook. While dinner was on I pick up all the bottles and take out the trash, when dinners done I take me and willow a plate of food in to our room.

I set my dad's plate on the table and put a beer in front of it I then go feed willow and do homework. Later on I bathe willow and but her to bed, at about 10 is when things got complicated.

I heard a loud crash in the kitchen followed my my father yelling "get in here" from the kitchen. My heart jumps and I start to panic, I rush out of the room and in to the kitchen.

The food I had prepared had been thrown across the room, glass and spaghetti sauce all over the wall and floor. "What the fuck was that nasty shit?!" He yelled at me his face red with anger. "Spaghetti sir" I mumble "It's fucking cold! And I told you to cook stake tonight!" He yells slambing his fist on the table his beer falls over and goes all over the table. His face goes even more red than before as his rage boils over.

He grabs me throwing me against the wall, "you little bitch, I wish I never adopted you, your a waste of space" he spits in my face, his alcohol breathe fans my face.

He starts hitting me making sure to only get where I can cover them up, he didnt want to deal with anyone getting nosey about my bruises.

Sweat pours down his face as he takes the pain out on me, this is not the man I called daddy for the first 13 years of my life. I wonder if he will ever get better, the evil I see in his eyes as he enjoys bring me pain tells me it's not very likely. Everything goes black suddenly as he punches me so hard I fall back and wack my head on the door.

When I wake up, everything feels like it's on fire I can barley move. I look around making sure he went to bed after he got bored of hitting me. I limp to the room to check on willow, she's still fast asleep. She is a hard sleeper which I thank the Goddess for that because I don't want her to see what her father can do.

I limp to the bathroom and fill it up with water, I soak my battered body in the water. I can feel myself healing as the water washes over my broken body. My power is over water but what no one knows is it is also, earth, air, and fire. I don't tell anyone because that's not suppose to happen we are only suppose to have one power. I only choose to show people that I have power over water, so when I turn 18 I can stay and protect willow.

I found out about my abilities at age 2, my mother told me to never tell anyone about it. She never even told my father.

After my bath I go back to the bedroom and pass out sliping to the peaceful black I have come to love.

My Father hadn't always been like this he was the most loving father to me while growing up, I remember my 6th birthday party when my father had woken up hours early too cook a birthday breakfast for me. He would do all sorts of amazingly fatherly things, like teach me how to ride a bike. But thats not him anymore and the hardest part is I still loved him, which makes the abuse all the more traumatizing.