Daddy, please.

Unexpected

"You deserve everything I've done for you." Seven words. Thirty three letters. That was all it took to send me momentarily spiralling down memory lane, bathing in my own turmoil.

*flashback*

"You little bitch! It's all your fault. Your mother gave up on me a long time ago and now, I'm giving up on you." My father shouted, the rage coming off him in waves strong enough to cause a hurricane. "You deserve this. You deserve everything I've done to you, and more."

That was the first night he ever raped me.

*end flashback*

"Hally! Are you okay?" Once I came back to my senses I realized it was just Alex that said that, and he didn't mean it in the way my father had.

"I'm okay." I murmured, taking another spoonful of the warm soup and gulping it down.

"Alright, if you say so." He said, the tone of his voice telling me that he didn't entirely believe me. But still, he left it alone.

It was sometime later and of course, Alex had me laid out on the couch again. Any time I tried to move, or God forbid, do something for myself, he'd gently push me back down, ask what I needed, and then do it for me. It was adorable, but I really hated that he felt the need to do everything for me. I'd been injured before and I had to take care of myself, so this wasn't any different. At least it shouldn't have been.

"Hally, for the last time, you need to rest so you can get better and then you can move all you want!" Alex exclaimed exasperatedly as I tried to reach for the tv remote again which was on the coffee table. Two feet away.

"But I can't not move!" I whined, grabbing the remote from his hands and putting it on a new TV show I've began to invest my time in, Stitchers.

"Well the Doctor told you that you need to rest, so that's just too damn bad." He told me sternly, rolling his eyes slightly at me. He then chuckled lightly and I let out the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I didn't want to annoy him.

"Ugh," I groaned, annoyed with my weak body. Why must my body be as weak as my mind? If only I was stronger and knew how to fight against my dad, this wouldn't have been a problem.

No, no. I needed to stop thinking like that. This wasn't my fault. It was the alcohol. The stress. The misery. It was her fault, not mine.

*one month later*

My injuries were basically healed, but the void in my heart had yet to be filled. Alex tried, I'll give him credit for that. He never gave up on me, whereas I'd given up on myself long ago.

Living with him had been going great so far, and I'd already paid for my first month of living in his humble abode. It felt amazing to finally be free of my father, who surprisingly, hadn't tried to contact me yet. However, as much as I wanted to let him go, the burden he'd left me with had yet to be lifted from my chest. I didn't know if it ever would be. It wasn't as easy to forget as I'd thought it would be.

I'd finally been relieved of him, yet he still managed to haunt my thoughts on a day to day basis. He'd always be in the back of my mind, no matter what I tried to occupy my time with. The weeks I spent in bed rest being the worst, as all I could really do was lay there and think. That was likely the reason i'd sunken further into my ever present depression over the last month.

"Hally, your appointments in thirty minutes! Hurry your ass up or were gonna be late!" Alex called from the bottom of the stairs, where he was likely waiting for my ass to hurry up. Sadly for him, my ass was attached to me, meaning he had to wait for my entirety to appear before my ass did.