Big Time POV Switch

Mike Evan's POV

*Mike Evan’s POV*

                Locked up behind bars for years because of that little bitch sucked, but nonetheless she’s my daughter. I saw her a few days ago at a gas station outside of town. Good god she looks just like her mother, it’s scary.

                I knew my chances of being able to see her were slim, but she was back in my small town, and this was my playing field. I walked across the parking lot of the dam treatment center she was apparently at and made an attempt to reach the door, but some young guy stopped me.

                “Mr. Evans?” he asked me.

                “Yeah? What ya want kid?” I asked him.

                “You wouldn’t by chance be here to visit anyone, would you?”

                Though the guy was getting on my nerves I answered anyway, “Yeah, my daughter Adelaide. What’s it to ya?”

                “To hell you are!” he said raising his voice.

                “Now listen young man I don’t want any trouble,” I told him. A fight, this is just what my parole officer would love to see.

                “But I do,” he said. He punched me in the jaw.

                “Again I don’t want any trouble,” I told him continuing my walk.

                “I don’t think so! You don’t get that privilege. You don’t get to walk in that building and see a young woman whose life you ruined!” He hit me on the back of the head, I spun around to throw a punch but couldn’t keep my balance and fell to the pavement. “You don’t get to see that beautiful little girl. You’re not allowed to say she’s you’re daughter because you NEVER DID SHIT FOR HER!” he was yelling now as he kicked me in my side. He must be the adoptive father. Great.

                “You don’t get to see her! You can’t!” he said screaming and sobbing.

                “Please j-just stop and I’ll leave!” I tried to plead. I was bleeding. There was a huge gash in the side of my head and I was positive that at least one, if not more, rib was broken by now.

                “What about all the times she pleaded for you to stop?” he asked me in an angry, sadistic voice. “All the times you touched her, laid your hands on her, raped her. You didn’t stop! You kept doing it because you didn’t give a fuck! Just like I don’t give two shits about your life right now!”

                The kicking and beating finally stopped and I heard multiple voices as I slipped out of consciousness. I’m pretty sure someone had pulled the lunatic off me. One thing he said was right though, I didn’t care.