3 ½ hours until I get to see my dad. Today is visitation day at Fulton Correctional Facility and I finally get to see my dad. My dad was arrested for animal abuse and faces 3 years 6 months imprisonment with a $10,000 fine. Everyone thinks I hate my dad, don’t get me wrong I’m pissed off beyond belief, but he’s still my dad. Do I love him? Absolutely. The only reason it pisses me off is because I get a boat load of crap from the kids at school. They think I will end up just like him, but trust me. We are NOTHING alike. I jump out of bed, slide on a pair of leggings, and find a comfy sweatshirt. I grab my necklace off the nightstand and put it around my neck. I feel the coldness of the metal on my skin. My dad gave it to me 2 years ago when …show more content…
How about I start with ‘why’.” I can’t stop the tears, so I just nod. “I have anger issues. You probably figured that out, but what you didn’t know is that I had medication for it. One day I had just decided that I was done taking my meds. I never felt anything when I was on them. I felt like I was floating and nothing could hurt me. I wanted to know what pain felt like.” I bring my hands up to my necklace and feel the cold on my fingertips. “It actually started when I needed to get rid of the pills. I would crush them up and put them in the dog’s water bowl. Chester would drink his water like there was nothing there. I was curious and wanted to know if the pills had the same effect on him as it did on me, so that night after you fell asleep I fed him two whole pills. He had passed out, so I picked him up and brought him down to the basement. I layed him down on the floor while I went to go look for a golf club or something like that. Once I found my bat I walked back over to Chester and smashed it into his chest.” I flinch at the thought of him doing that. “He didn’t wake up, so I hit him again this time it was in the stomach. It felt to good to get all my anger out, so kept hitting him.” I flinch again, and this time I squeezed my necklace in my hand to the point where my knuckles turned white. “I kept going until I felt I was done. Chester didn’t die that night, but you know that. Chester died when I gave him 4 pills and smashed his head. I’ve been put back on my meds, so nothing like that can ever happen again.” I was speech less. He killed Chester. I knew my dad abused him I didn’t know that he was the reason Chester