written in caspian's pov
I didn't know if this would be the right choice or not, but I did it anyway.
My father has always been in cell 115J, which I now associate with someone heartless and cold.
In some ways, I am my father. I hate the guy for what he has done to my sister and I. If I could kill him, I would.
The jail was cold and colorless as I walked in, white walls painted everywhere I could see. I approached the phone booth, staring through the sheet of glass at a man who drugged and raped my mother.
That wasn't why he was in jail.
I sat down on the chair across from him, his face almost identical to my own, which was just another flaw in my features. He picked up the phone with tattooed knuckles clenched white.
I picked up my phone, tattooed knuckles facing him, but not clenched around the phone quite as tight.
"Why didn't you bring your wife here?"
He spoke into the phone quietly, so I could barely hear him.
"I don't have a wife yet," I whispered anxiously.
"Get one, soon," My dad scowled.
"I don't want a wife yet."
"Get one. I said so."
My dad's eyes pierced through the glass into mine, and I knew he was getting angry.
He started talking into the phone again.
"If you don't get a wife within the next month, if you don't get a wife by the time I get out of here, you're dead."
He dropped the phone onto the table, staring into my eyes with confidence.
I wanted to punch him through the glass. My knuckles would no longer be clenched and white, but red and dripping.
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thanks for reading!!! comments/votes are appreciated. i know this is short and i intended it to be that way, sorry. ;)
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