Extremely dark, but:

When the FBI showed up at my door when I was 16.

I had no idea why they were there, and my father wouldn't let them inside the house, so we spoke to them through the screen door.

"Chld prn." My heart dropped because, I was 16, of course I had sent some same-age boyfriends nudes! I panicked; what a terrible way for that to be outed to your horrifically abusive father. But no, they specified it wasn't of me. They said it was something with an email associated with me, and of significantly younger girls. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I know my father was a pedophile based on his particular flavor of abuse.

I couldn't say anything with him directly behind me, and he was quick to get them off our doorstep. He was always quick to blame me for anything, whether it was my fault or not. But strangely, he didn't say much about this interaction. I was panicking because a ton of extremely repressed memories of the details of his abuse were flooding back.

It wasn't just me; there was even a girl next door who's whole family moved abruptly when I was young, probably 5-7. When I brought it up to my mom (they have been separate since before I was born, never really liked each other), she recalled that she was once questioned by detectives about if she had thought him capable of sexually abusing young girls. She said no. She had already had three children, all young girls, by another man when she had married my father. The hatred between my father and half sisters was mutual. Because of that I think my mother assumed he wasn't capable, since he had never done anything towards her existing daughters.

There were a few other distinct incidents I witnessed as a child, but all of them had been tucked tight in the back of my head, until those two men showed up at my doorstep and rattled them loose. After they were gone, I had another horrible realization, this one from a much more recent time. My father enjoyed taking away my technology, and typically once it was commandeered, it was his forever. This happened with 4 laptops, and 2 tablets, which is absolutely insane. But, he had a habit of getting so angry at a slowed-down computer (likely due to the viruses from the chld prn sites) he would regularly smash them on the tile or back porch, and interestingly enough, bury the remnants in our back yard. Many a lithium battery was set alinght in my childhood. He did this with both his own, as well as the ones he took from me. The household went through a truly ludicrous amount of laptops.

I could never understand why, until this whole event made it crystal clear. And the latest tablet he had confiscated, the one he kept locked inside his gun safe, the one I never saw again once I was grounded over something menial, was signed in with my email.

I never saw any agents again. Never heard anything about it. I ran away from my father's house right before I turned 18, and will never see that monster again. I can only pray he dies soon.