Demented

iv.

she heard the loud bang of the door.

"you little piece of shit, where are you?" 

she smelled the strong scent of beer. she knew it was him. 

"here." 

"ive already told you what to call me, or have you forgotten? you useless slut."

"its not true." she barely whispered

"our father is fucking dead, down there on the his ground, rotting. dont you understand? he wont come back, even if he could, he wouldn't, he would leave us and be with another guy, just like what mom did. he doesn't fucking love you, you're worthless." 

tears fell on her cheeks. 

"say it!" he hissed

she kept quiet. 

"fucking say it!" he yelled slapping her cheeks

"yes, dad."

he smiled.