Understand two things before i start:
- Be very thankful my daughter begged me not to come to Cleveland and deliver this message to you in person.
- I don’t want you to respond to me.
Yesterday I saw Bus Kid coming out of her bathroom and saw a big fucking bruise on her arm.
Now you know I know about what happened last year when you pushed her and held her down. I don’t give a flying fuck about the circumstances surrounding that time - who was drinking, who was being belligerent - none of that matters. You put your hands on my kid without her consent and by rights I should have come out there and then and fucking castrated you. Only because she talked me into buying that you said it would never happen again did I let it go and give you any kind of chance again.
So I asked her yesterday about the bruise and she first tried to start some bullshit story about it, then just started crying.
And told me all about how you hit her. Again. a-fucking-gain.
It took her five minutes to get the whole thing out between the crying and the telling me how scared she is. I asked why in the world she’d be even taking your phone calls and she said because she’s afraid to tell you to stop, and that she just wanted to hold you off til she could get away here for a month and be away from you.
MY daughter should never be afraid of shit like you. Ever. You fucking disgust me. I’m a pretty tolerant guy, and generally believe in live and let live. But you, no. You, I’m going to set some rules for, and trust me, right now I am the very last person on earth you want to cross by not listening to.
Never. Ever. Contact Bus Kid again. In person, on the phone, by text message, by e-mail, by third party, any how, any way. At all. If you call or text, I will know. her cell phone is on my plan, if you call or text i can see when i look up the numbers she’s called or taken calls from. if i see any blocked calls on the bill i will assume they’re from you and act accordingly. after yesterday, she has told me that if she hears from you at all, she’ll let me know. minutes after that, i’ll be in the altima on the way to pay you a very, very personal visit. in your worst nightmare, you don’t want to imagine that visit.
that’s all just if you are stupid enough to CONTACT her. if you visit, stalk or god help you ever lay a hand on her again, consequences accelerate for you drastically. that’s the point where you learn the difference between me being pissed off, and me exacting vengeance.
do not contact me, my wife or anyone you think might get a message to her for you. some of her friends are on to you, what you did and know i’m waiting for you to fuck up again. they’ll tell me.
now, it gets worse.
those things i laid out for you in rule 1 and rule 2 are if you fuck up by not listening to me.
i am going to talk to Bus Kid about going to the police and the courts and at minimum, obtaining an order of protection against you. there may even be a criminal complaint. who knows, right?
the complaint, and the order of protection will stay on your record and follow you everywhere.
whether or not she does this is up to her. not up to you. you have no control there. none. how’s that feel? to be the one that has something to worry about that you can’t control? pretty crappy 'eh? good. that’s a small taste of what you’re putting my daughter through right now.
see, it’s like this. guys that hit girls and the lowest form of shit in society. people like you take beautiful, smart independent girls like MY DAUGHTER and make them afraid of their own shadow. you fucked up once and in my book, there are no warning shots. not when my kid is involved there isn’t.
you need a lot of fucking help. you have a sickness that makes you think smacking girls around is ok. how or when you get that help is up to you, and frankly i don’t give a rats asshole for you anyway. my concern, and my only concern where you’re involved is that you don’t do anything to make me come and deal with you myself.
don’t think you have friends that’ll stick up for you here either. unless you hang around with complete assholes, once they catch on that the father of the girl you hit is there to see you, i think they’ll just walk away and let this happen.
so, let’s summarize in case you didn’t get all this the first time:
- no contact, of any kind at all with Bus Kid. ever. never. not this month, not next month, not next year, not in 20 years. it’s an open wound with me, and it’s NOT going to heal.
- your ONLY hope that this dies here and now rests with Bus Kid and how scared she is and if she thinks it would help her to have an order placed against you, or if she’s mad and scared enough to call the police. if she chooses to do either of those, i’m coming to ohio with her to deal with it.
- don’t reply to this, call or do or say anything anywhere to me or her mom (i’m thinking here that your Xanga shouldn’t make any reference at all to this, because i’ll regard that as a violation of rule 1).
we all clear on this now? good. don’t fuck up here. right at this point, control over you is in her hands, and mine. all you have to do is make sure you follow rule 1, and rule 2.