It was two years ago
and I'll never forget that night.
Everything seemed so perfect;
my life, our lives.
One big happy family,
my mom, sister, myself, two step-sisters, and him;
our step-dad.
Going on vacations,
going snowmobiling,
celebrating holidays together,
you know..
doing what families do.
But I guess not being blood related made it okay.
His wandering eyes tore our hearts.
How could he?
How could he look at such a sight?
Two young girls he raised as his own.
Completely bare.
He wouldn't dare glance at his own blood,
that was just SICK.
I tried to comfort my sister while we cried;
hearing screams from my mother out of anger.
How could he do this to us?
I'll never forget leaving that house.
The house I grew up in.
And as time goes on
I can't help but think how a man,
my loving step-dad,
could ruin such perfect lives.
A perfect dad,
my heart misses but despises so much,
wasn't so perfect after all.
Heartache forever remains in me,
and I'll never forget the look on his face when I last saw him.