A Demon's Love Story

Chapter 5

"Wh-what are you doing here," I demanded. Yelling at myself in my mind for stuttering in front of my father. It was a sign of weakness.

"Oh?" he asked. "Is my daughter not honored at the mere presence of her loving father." He opened his arms as if to hug me but I tightened the towel around me and backed up.

I covered up my mistake by giving him a harsh laugh. "Loving? You a loving father? Don't make me laugh!" I spat at him. "And don't even pretend like you're one. You lost the chance to be my father when you left me to die by myself." I added, talking about how he didn't come looking for me when I was born.

His hand came across my face in a blinding fast slap knocking me to my knees. Thankfully my hold on my towel remained locked so it didn't fall as I did. I blinked away the black dots that kept dancing around my vision; instantly I knew I was going to have a bruise.

"What is the need for a good father when I taught you everything you ever needed to know? How to fight, how to track, how to kill, how to survive!" he yelled at me. "What is the need for love when you can have independence and power?"

"Is that what you told my mother?" I growled sitting up, making sure the towel covered everything.

Anger filled his eyes as he glared at me. Maybe I should have kept that one to myself, I thought.

"I came to congratulate you on getting rid of Jezebel. She's been a thorn in my side for years. How long did it take for you to get her?" he said, his anger disappearing.

"Two months," I whispered at the ground looking at my wet thighs.

"I think your touch is slipping," he teased. I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"I need to get dressed so can you please leave?" I asked turning my back to pull out clothes from my suit case. My biggest mistake of the day.

My hair was yanked from behind and I was pulled backwards. Instinctively, from years of practice of merciless training, I brought my elbow around and drove it into my father's nose. The hold on my hair released and I turned around and scrambled backward. My eyes never left my father's enraged face. His usual calm demeanor evaporated and he glared at me, blood dripping from his nose. My legs touched the bed and I fell backward on it. He advanced towards me his eyes burning like flames. I wrapped my arms protecting my head as he wrapped a hand in my hair and literally through me across the room. I flew like a bird until I crashed into a wall and the TV. The glass from the television pierced my skin as I landed awkwardly on my side.

I scrambled to my feet expecting my father to come at me; I wasn't disappointed. He came me again with fists raised he aimed a punch at my jaw but I didn't see it as I focused on his other fist that slammed into my gut. The pain from both hits clouded my vision and before I could  think straight I entered my father's mind and froze him. He stood still with fists raised and an angry expression painted his face, nothing moved not even his eyes. My eyes roamed his body to make sure he was still frozen before I moved around him and grabbed the first things I saw to put on. It was only a pair of panties and a sports bra I was able to put on before I lost focus and my father moved again. His roar of anger filled the whole hotel as I zipped up my suitcase and grabbed all of my belongings. It wasn't much but it was still a handful to carry.

"I thought I told you to never ever do anything like that to me again!" he screamed.

He lunged at me grabbing me by my throat and holding me up above the ground. I struggled to breath.

"You've always been a disappointment. But now your just a joke for finding your mate," he spat.

"Screw you," I chocked out. I gripped my gun that I had forgotten about and pointed it at his chest before pulling the trigger.