Daily Prompt: 1984
My biggest fear is a person... a man to be exact. He was my stepfather. There have been many an occasion where I was trapped in a house, not able to escape. My nightmares were my reality, always trying to get away from him.
He always wore a hat. A baseball cap to be exact. When they were newly acquired, he would put a newspaper band around the bill of the cap to get, what he would call, the perfect arc.
Your stepfather sounds TOTALLY horrid and I feel for you still living in fear of him!! And I can’t blame you! My best friend had a stepfather who was sexual with her and whom she hated and he creeped her out all her adult life until she left the country. Her real father was horrid, too. I had a loving father but he was an alcoholic and I was always terrified when he was drunk though he never did anything sexual to me. That was reserved for my Grandfather whom I adored. Very different story than yours and I don’t know your whole story but will continue reading to find out. You write very smoothly and vividly. I can see/smell/feel your nightmarish stepfather.
Ellen,
I’m glad that the description of him came across in the way that I intended it to. I have debated, many times, posting his picture. There is still a fear of him. I feel weak admitting to it. However, I know that both of those statements really have no bearing because now that I am an adult, I can do something about it. If he were to come after me today, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that I could/would protect myself and my family.
My heart goes out to you for what you must have suffered.