This time, at least, she has come back. Actually, the police found her, again. She was asleep in the park. When she got home, I wanted to shout at her, but I saw the bruises she was covered with and swallowed my words. It wouldn’t have done any good: she slept for hours, although it was bright daylight, which made me suspect that she was drunk. Sure enough, her breath reeked of alcohol. I’ve locked her in her room, although it’s cruel, to dissuade her from going out with those guys every night. It’s not healthy.
She has refused to go to school altogether now, but I can’t force her. To be honest, I’m a little scared of her. It’s ridiculous. I’m scared of my own daughter! She is so violent now - and a lot stronger than me. I’m worried that someone who gets in her way will come to serious harm soon - she stops at nothing and no one.