He stands in the doorway speechless. He's dressed in his work clothes that I love to strip him out of. I say I'm sorry over and over again, but it's ..
"Aah!" my scream echoed off the walls of the basement. My father stood there, with his belt in one hand and a bottle in the other. He cracked the bel..
My dear friends have left me, more so I have left them. They mourned over me for days, yet never seemed to get over me. They loved me, I know that, b..