He kneels down beside my bed. His eyes are focused on me. The eyes I have been avoiding ever since that night. The eyes that looked sad when he looked at me. He has barely spoken to me for the last month. I thought I had lost him. I had lost my Daddy. His eyes still look sad. He reaches out and pushes my hair off my face. His touch is soft. My sobbing is slowing down. My heart is broken though. My family now thinks I am just a crazy slut that accused her own uncle of rape.
"Baby girl. I apologize to you." He says. I try to stop crying and look at him.
"I am so sorry. I have not been supportive of you at all. You have been going through hell and I have not been there for you. I was angry and I guess every time I looked at you I got angrier. I am sorry, baby. Can you forgive me?" He asks, and I see a tear escape his eye.
"Oh Daddy." I say and reach for him.
He hugs me hard. I feel his strength as he squeezes me. I feel warm and safe for the first time in a very long time. I hear his soft voice.
"Baby, I believe you." He whispers in my ear.
I pull back immediately and look at his face. His eyes are not sad anymore. They look angry.
"What do I do, Dad? You are the only one that believes me. What do I do?" I say in a soft voice and he hugs me again.
"I don't know, baby, I just don't know." He whispers.
