Maybe if I would've been a better daughter and told him how much he meant to me, he wouldn't have sold me. I loved him, and in the end, he never loved me enough to protect me. He sold me to a man who sold women for sex.
She stared at the wall until her eyes stopped burning with unshed tears. Then, she started writing again.
I hate him.
I hate my dad.
I hate him for what he did to me and everyone I care about.
She slapped the journal closed and threw it across the room. Curling onto her side, she hugged her pillow. All she wanted was Paco.
Where was he?