It was obvious.
Stiles was avoiding my text, calls and he wouldn't even agree to meet me. I turned on my laptop and opened the private folder i had of Ramsey's pictures and started scrolling through all of it.
Yeah all 478 of them, it wasn't all that bad to stare at them like a stalker.
Okay it was bad, but i wasn't obsessed.
Margaret knocked three times and then pushed my door halfway open, her shoulder leaning by the door frame.
"Father is home and he wants to see you" her voice low and unbelieving. "Did you win another trophy or something". She added still keeping a drowsy face.
" No i didn't i will go see him now, thank you for telling me" once she left i let out a deep heave my fingers starting to tremble.
It was about time, almost as if he forgot.
I turned of my file and stood at the centre of my room so the shiver would leave my body, reaching under my bed i trailed my fingers until i felt the presence of a thick leather belt.
He had a small study room he did his business work, i opened the door without knocking knowing he was expecting me.
He sat at his paper scribbling away on flight documents with an empty glass and half drunken bottle of wine by his side.
He was drinking again, not that he ever stopped.
The smell of tobacco that filled the room was the last thing on my find as he stood up from his chair. Tall and well fit, one could argue that he wasn't even to his 30s.
"Your late, did your sister not send for you" his tone drowsy and hard, he walked staggering towards me.
My hands shaking again.
He reached by my side and pulled the belt from my shivering hands."where were you the other night, were you out with a boy".
"Yes papa". I replied quickly.
He walked to my side then landed the back of his hand across my face sending me and to the cold floor his was muffled through my still ringing ear, staggering to my feet he sent a blow pushing me on the sofa.
"Please papa" i whimpered.
"Please! 'He raged' after your disgrace you tell me please and expect me to forgive you" he said continuosly punching and dragging my hair, some of his punches missed but nonetheless it met my throat.
Dropping to the ground i crawled with my fingers, my neck bruised and hurting.
He Walked over to his table and took several more glasses of the bottle, before resuming his beating. With his hand on my hair he dragged me to my feet putting his hand on my face forced my mouth open, his eyes staring anger into my soul.
He kissed me.
Forcing his tongue past my teeth the grip on his hand tightened and he began to choke me, i shrugged kicking and scratching his face but he wouldn't let me go. Turning be around he tied my hands behind my back brought me down to my knees and ordered me to lick his shoes.
He punched to top of my head when i hesitated, then dragged my hair across his shoe where he wanted me to lick.
Bringing my face close to his slapped me few more times, kissed me then landed me on the table. With the bottle on his hand he drank to it was empty.
Then he did the things he always did, the things only a monster could not a father.
He was no father and i wished he died.
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