Thalia:

In the year 2008, I was ten. At that age my mother told me secrets and stories of my father alongside our bible studies in the kitchen but at that time I didn't believe a thing. As a treat I started to realise that everything that glitters is not gold. I started to notice things that I hadn't noticed before like Eve when she ate the apple.

That my mother always wore concealer to hide her bruises that her face or her eyes swelled like a bun or It was purple or her long sleeves was not out of modesty or personal style. But I hadn't notice it before. The loud and angry arguments that echoed throughout the house that I started to panicked and screamed. That my father I caught my father in the middle of the act. He was making out with a strange woman furiously as his had travelled around her body against the wall next to my parents door as his eyes went back in ecstasy.

I squinted as I heard continuously slamming and I got curious as I peeked from the ajar door. The shadows that moved as I grinned. Mom and Dad might be happy and all sappy. I giggled and slipped into the hallway as I staggered and gaped as my father removed his head from her chest and stared wide-eyed at me.

"Dad," I croaked and stared at him then the woman who arched her brow and looked at my dad.

"Thalia, go back to bed." H said, bored. The woman looked at me sand scrunched her nose at me .It was late at night then I realised that it wasn't my mom.

"Dad, that's not mom. Who is she?" I demanded, my voice getting rough and rose an octave.

"Thalia." My father warned as the women seemed impatient," Go to bed." The woman grew more anger as she decided to be entertained by her phone but she grinned at me with her bright lipstick and smoky makeup.

I staggered and ran but I whirled to him and yelled, "Dad, do not commit adultery." Then I vanished. But that wasn't the first and last time I caught him with other woman. I felt that my mom knew but she didn't say a thing and so woman were actually decent and they were just unaware because he pretended to be single. She was a nice black woman who met my father on a date at a café until I spoke about my mom but she thought they were divorced or she passed but she saw a recent picture on his cell and was hurt and slapped him and public but he hugged me. Then at home I was beaten and couldn't go to school.

Another shared story was the time we moved to Canada because my father received a job from here when I was six that he refused to take me to school and forced me to do house chores because he stated. 'I'm a girl and it was my duty.' The Child Protection Services found out thanks to our neighbours. They took me to school and then I realized my love from art but I knew he secretly disapproved.

From then on. I realized how bad and toxic my father is and still is.