I love you
daddy
I looked at him.
That cold, cold stare. He couldn’t even understand the
hatred he had caused.
I felt it, brewing inside me, like a little storm. A
terrible, tiny storm
ripping through my mind and down to my gut. I
hated myself for
hating him. I knew that’s what he wanted, but I
couldn’t stop.
I could barely feel myself, disconnected from my body.
Separate, my hate
solidified into a dark clone of myself. His words,
calculated to receive
response, fueled my rage. I reached out, ready to
strike. He
laughed at me. He knew I couldn’t, I wouldn’t. I grabbed
him by the neck
and shook him. His head snapped back and forth. His
thin blond hair
was now streaked with blood. I threw him on the
ground. I
woke up crying.