I remember the helplessness…the feeling of only cold fear running through my blood. The tension in my body, right before you lay a hand on me. My scars are invisible and you’d have to look long enough to know their story. But what I remember most…the look of pure hatred in your eyes. Eyes empty of any light. Eyes holding no warmth or remorse. I blamed myself for the depression, the anxiety, the panic, the break downs. But it would take time to see the imprints you left. The symptoms showing up in every relationship and train of dark thoughts. I could never look at you the same way again after those nights. The faith I had in you, in our family, forever gone. Replaced with a constant state of fear. Fear that would stay with me long after you left. Fear that I still feel in my heart and breathe in returning silence.