Beaten

Truths

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Sapphire's P.O.V.

I was awoken by a loud movement coming from above me. My head was spinning in circles and I soon regretted sitting up. Letting out a groan I took in my surroundings. Realizing that I wasn't in the hotel room anymore.

Panicking I looked around trying to tell where I was when everything came back to me. The car coming my way. Not letting me go. And then blackness.

My heart started racing as soon as the thought of being kidnapped crossed my mind. I looked everywhere but was met with an empty room with only a bed in which I was seated at. The loud noise sounded again from above me.

Making me realize that I might be in a basement. I hate basements. They freak me out. All the bad things in scary movies happen in the basements. Was I going to get killed? Or worse maybe I'll be tortured! I don't like basements!

I was having a mini panic attack when the door slammed open and in came him.

My dad. What was he doing here?! He advanced towards me with cold eyes. I instinctively scoffed as far away from him as I could. I knew fear was evident in my eyes.

But I couldn't help it. He made me afraid of him. Hitting me every chance he got. His mere prescience reminded me of that night he spent in my room doing things to me I thought he would never do..

Tears started pouring down my eyes and he glared at me making me wipe them away. I've had enough with crying. I refused to cry anymore. He's not even my dad. I don't even know who he really is. I sat straight finally wanting to be brave and stand up for myself.

He stood in front of my bed just watching me, as if trying to figure things out. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair making it stand in different directions. He mumbled incoherent terms and started pacing looking troubled.

I didnt know what to do. I was getting worried. What was he doing? What was he going to DO?

I took in a deep breath and whispered "I know your not my dad" I closed my eyes waiting for him to start yelling or hitting me. Possibly even throwing me around. But instead all I heard were muffled cries.

Confused I opened my eyes slowly. And saw my dad. Or whatever he was to me turned away from me his shoulders shaking with his hands covering his eyes. He was making these terrible crying noises. That we're freaking me out.

Ive never seen him cry. Not once. I didn't know what to do. He turned around to face me. His eyes red from we're he furiously wiped the years away. Instead of hate his face was now filled with regret. Was he okay?

He looked at me and whispered "how is he?"

I looked at him confused. And he said "your friend, the boy?" understanding who he was talking about made me fill with anger. Reminding me exactly why was it that Keith was at the hospital fighting for his life. But fear was still in me so I stayed quiet and only answered "still weak"

He nodded and looked away but still continued to talk "I was an idiot. I still am. I hurt you. I hurt you in every fucking possible way! While I knew you couldn't fight back! God I even fucking raped you! My own daughter! I was supposed to protect you from all those fucking damn things! Yet I provoked them on you!

I'm disgusted with myself Saph, I really am. I'm not expecting an apology. Hell I don't even want one! I know what I did. I deserve to be punished. But what gets me the most is that I did all those things because..... Because your mother slept around... Behind my back.... Damn it! I just can't stand the fact that your my best Friends daughter!!"

With that said he stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him. Leaving. Me with new questions. Who was my dad? What happened between all of them? Did he really mean he was sorry? Was he saying the truth? So many questions started to fill my mind. Ones that I wasn't sure if I wanted answers. I was scared of the truth.

Who was my dad? Did he know about me? Did he not want me? Why haven't I heard from him before? Where was he when I was basically living in hell? Was he even alive? How did he look? How old was he? Does he have a wife? A family? Other kids? What If he doesn't want me?

So many questions and no answers. I rested my head against the wall and suddenly felt really tired. I was hungry as well. And I felt really sleepy. I laid back down on the rusty bed and found myself slowly drifting off to sleep. My head was starting to hurt but darkness was overcoming me. Before I was sound asleep I felt a pair of hands lift me up. I suddenly felt scared wanting to open my eyes. But was too tired to open them. Besides I had already gone through worse things. I didn't expect anything more. I was used to it.

Henry's P.O.V. (S's dad) thought I could let y'all in on his thinking.....O.o

I was disgusted with myself. I couldn't stand looking in the mirror. I hurt her I fucking made her life miserable! I couldnt sleep, or eat anymore. After the police started looking for me I ran. Ran away, I wasn't ready to face the punishments awaiting me for my actions.

So I ran and hid at the lake house I used for fishing. No one knew about it, so I wasn't expecting anyone to come looking for me. I felt this guilt inside of me. And it only added to it when I remembered Saph's pleads and screams and it made me angrier with myself when she cried or cowered away from me. Instead of running to my arms and telling me how her day was. But of course with all that I did to her I expected the worse.

I then found myself tracking her down. I needed to explain myself. To apologize. To try and make her understand the reason to which I was cruel towards her. I soon appeared at some hotel and saw her lost in her thoughts walking on the sidewalk. She looked so sad and depressed the guilt suddenly resurfaced. And one minute she was walking trying to get past the car and the other she was unconscious in the backseat. Ans I then realized that I had hurt her once again, bringing angry tears to my eyes.

Now here I was screaming again. And storming out of the room. I realized that I had brought her down to the basement. How was I going to apologize if I locked her down in the basement instead of giving her a room.?!

I went back down there and found her laying on that crappy bed with a pained expression on her face. I sighed and slowly picked her up. I immediately felt her tensed. Which only caused me to be angrier at myself.

After setting her down in one of the guest rooms I went in the kitchen to think. I hated seeing the frightened look in her eyes whenever I walked in the room. I hated for her to feel scared and worried that I might try and hurt her again. Thing is I realized it wasn't her fault. Not even my damn wife's fault. It was mine. I drove my wife into another mans arms. I created space between our relationship.

I just hated the fact that she lied. And I refused to listen to my best friends stories. I knew he wasn't at fault. I knew it. Yet I refused to acknowledge it. And soon I was angry. Angry at everything. But then I remembered That I too committed a mistake. I slept with her step sister back when I was going on too many business trips and she accompanied me. It was a one night stand that I regretted. And then I found out I was a dad. To a little girl.

Only to find out that I wasn't the dad a couple of years later. And things changed I was angry. The informed out that Lora her step sister had my kid I confessed everything to my wife. And since then I've been a complete monster. To everyone and everything.

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