My dad and my neighbour don't get along,
Clashing at the borders.
Consistently igniting the gross mess and grot in his smoked stained living room, where guard dogs bark and gnash freely, even when he is still in his house.
Luckily, our allies surround us and agree on our distaste, despite our own differences and lack of communication.
But my neighbour has allies from the other side.
A dodgy lot who we also despise.
But this could be changed, couldn't it?
His daughter is young and open.
A Romeo/Juliet story potentially?

Don't make me laugh.
The grot has raised her, that is her cemented.
His mind is hers as my dads is mine.
Intervening won't solve it.
As I shouted one day.
Screaming, swearing at the mongrels believing the main threat was away.
But their allies, the girls boyfriend, nearly killed me had it not been for my fathers main forces.
So I secluded me self, turning to faith totally.
Something I'd never done before as a logical atheist.
Until my life was threatened.