So yesterday morning at about 2 a.m. I get a call from my father. It had woken me up and my dad hadnt planned on me answering my phone. When i answered he told me he was gonna leave me and my 7 year old ittle brother a voicemail because he had taken 30 of his sleeping pills and he was drunk on top of it. I still dont understand how he was able to call me becaus eit should of killed him. I called the police (Because i was in missouri at the time) And they took him to the hospital. So i have wrote a little something for him. By the way, thnaks for taking your time to read this.

Daddy,
I love you. What you did was so horribly wrong. You have a daughter and a 7 year old little boy who need you in their lives. Does that not matter to you? If i wouldnt have picked up that phone, I would've come home to you dead in the living room. Is that what you really wanted? To hurt me beyond repair? Well guess what, goal accomplished. I cant believe you would even think about it. Why? How? How could you do this to your family? The people that you supossedly love so much? I thought i could trust you and you prove me wrong.  What the hell? You know what, I looked up to you. And now i almost hope you dont make it through this. I'm already a cutter. What else do you want? I honeslt thought about cutting deep enough to where it'd do more damage because i was so hurt. You've ruined my life, not to mention yours. What you did was selfish as hell. I...i just dont know what to tell you... But i will tell you this much. I'm disowning you. Even if it makes me seem like a bad daughter.
Forever and Always,
Rhiannon Nichole