My Dad took me to a party and it traumatized me

My Dad used to sell heroin. He used to take me with him on the job, because he said he was worried my Mom would call the cops if I was at home.<br><br>He would take me to these motel rooms, filled with sketchy-looking people doing all kinds of drugs. He had this one regular customer named Terry, who would always make me watch while he shot-up. Terry was one time, got in a fight with my Dad, and threw him down onto the bed on top of me, and I can remember how sick his beer breath smelled. I was just this little kid, 5 or 6 years old, and I was scared to death seeing this grown man fight my Dad.<br><br>One time, my Dad took me to this party, and we all got into this car. In the car there was my Dad and I on one side, Terry on the other, and another dealer, Dave, in the passenger seat. There was this woman, Sarah, driving. All I can remember was Dave was arguing with her, saying she was taking the wrong road, and she kept saying she knew exactly where she was going, and it made me uneasy. We drove for a long time, way past the city, and we ended up at some cabin. I don’t know how we got there. But the people at the cabin were weird. They were all on something. All these grown-ups, doing weird stuff I didn’t understand. People were having sex, and doing drugs. Dave was arguing with some other guy at the cabin. My Dad took me upstairs to this room, and he told me to wait in the room while he went to do some business. I don’t know how long I was in the room. Hours, maybe. But I was scared. In the main room, there was a naked woman covered in blood, screaming. I could hear her thumping against the walls. There was another guy who came into the room I was in. He had this long knife, and he told me he was gonna kill my Dad. He went through the closet, looking for my Dad. I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was I had to protect my Dad. <br><br>So I went downstairs. The first person I saw was this woman. She was covered in blood, and had a knife stuck through her hand. There was another man standing over her, holding a baseball bat, and he kept hitting her in the head with it. I didn’t know what to do. All I remember was Terry telling my Dad I had come downstairs, and he came running up to get me. He took me back to the car, and Dave and Sarah were in the car, waiting to go. They asked my Dad where they were going next, and he told them to take him home. He didn’t wanna do anymore business. He just wanted to go home and chill. On the way back, my Dad was really quiet. We didn’t talk at all. <br><br>When we got back to his house, my Dad told me he was sorry about what had happened. He said he didn’t know the party was gonna be like that. He said he should have never taken me with him. He asked me if I still loved him, and I said yes. I told him it was ok, and he could take me with him anytime.<br><br>I haven’t seen or heard from my Dad in years. I don’t even know if he’s alive. I’m just a person who had a rough childhood, and I wanted to tell this story.