Fearful of him, but I was more cautious of; his out of control dog. Mum was disgusted in me, and told me to do that in my room. Okxxx The house was trashed. The dog barked and barked at me, as I tentatively climbed down from the tree. The arguments stopped; at least I couldn’t hear any. He spotted me and yelled out. Mum didn’t care, she only cared for herself; and some weeknights I never saw her. I showed some interest in what he was doing and hung around him like glue, that day. “Hey you, get down from there,” he yelled, and walked out and confronted me; with a big dog. Bones went back to working on a bike. Maybe these fetishes or fantasies stem from abuse at the hands of my
