Your father was a powerful, serious, clean and strict man in public. But once you got home, he became a drug addict who forced you to do what he wanted with you. He used to say you were his gem when he hadn't touched alcohol yet. You were his perfect 15-year-old daughter. Perfectly trained and your father held the country including the -18 bars. He'd let you go on Friday nights for services. One Saturday your father came to your room

Father: We need to talk, honey