My father's Sins.

t this particular voice was trying to asserted unto me. But I was real sure that this was not a voice that was in any way trying to stop me from my act, but delay me. In a

ut I was very sure it was exactly the same voice of the vampire that appears in my dreams. I was perplexed. All of a sudden I saw the black cat standing right beside the window, it had such a dark fur that seems to reflect it surroundings. It has few white spots around it's body. This cat had been stalking me for some time, anytime I experience something strange I would see it close by. I had tried to assure myself in the past that this cat appearing before me was just a mere coincidence and had nothing to do with my strange and weird experiences. But at this point I couldn't simply deny the fact that the cat was indeed and really behind my strange experiences. It stared at me as if was making inquiry of something from me. And a

e all there, videos of him molesting several girls which he had recorded by himself are all there in hi system. How comes my mom was blinded to such extent, how would she be this heartless as not to care about the sad fate of my father's victims. Hence ever since my father got nabbed for his crimes, she detested me. It became as if I were never her son who she gave birth to in the first place. I managed in the earlier days to bear her I'll treatment and detest for me, this was simply because I believed that she was only expressing such behavior towards me out of trauma and reaction towards my dad's arrest. When it dawned on me that my mom's hatred for me won't change, I realized I could no longer bear it anymore, the insults from the people in the neighborhood, the way they abused me made me totally feel like a stranger bin my own home, like an alien in the home State of California I grew up in. I just couldn't figure out why the hostilities towards me were tha

her family members. But one thing about then was that there was no hatred and disgust of any form meted out against me before the exposure of my father's crimes. My sister so far had been the only one who seems to care a bit about me. She even called on my birthday to send her wishes to me. But yet I seem to disgust her too. I have no reason to hate her, since she cares about me despite the behavior of others towards me. But yet I disgust speaking to her because mere hearing her voice brings to life all the horror of the maltreatment bi had been through while I was with them. The abusive treatment of my mom, the neighborhood and even memories of the dirty acts of my father. All this were taunting memories and experiences that I wanted to have nothing to do with anym