It was my first time on my own. For years, I dreamt of the day that I would leave the torments of the devilish man that I called “father.” I no longer would withstand the fear of waking up in the middle of the night with the tall dark figure that reeked of stale newports and homemade moonshine standing over me, forcing his way into my bed. No longer would I have to tune out the shrill shrieks and ...