A Deal With the Devil

Chapter 37

I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to update, writing seems to be so draining now but I promise that I will keep updating when I can.

Another POV (Past)

I remember watching her step in front of her friend, like she was subtly trying to keep me away from her.

Then the girl looks at Kassandra with such a soft expression, just like I used to look at my wife.

The girl, Ravanna, didn't seem afraid of me in the slightest and I didn't know whether to be offended or relieved.

I watched them walk away while I was yelling profanities among other things.
Things I didn't mean. I wanted to ask if she was ok, if my baby girl was alright.

She was taking my daughter somewhere safe.

Somewhere away from me.

With each step they took away from me, my heart and mind yearned to call them back, to say something along the lines of, "What did the doctor say? Are you going to be ok? How did you two meet?"

"You being gay doesn't mean that anything has changed about the way I feel about you, I don't care if you like women - I will only ever care if you're happy and if you're safe, you'll always be my little girl."

But I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.

All that came out were words full of hate, words that I had never wanted directed towards Kassandra.

Because how can I keep her safe when I'm the terror that's torturing her?

Ravanna looked a bit older than Kassandra, like a year or two. She looked beautiful, just the way that she stood in front of Kassandra, keeping calm.

And as long as she kept her away from me, as long as she makes her happy...

I can only think, good for Kassandra.

I so badly wanted to ask what happened at school that day. What did those snotty little bastards do to my daughter.

I could only go to the school and speak to the principal about getting them expelled, making sure that'll they're never able to lay another hand on her.

I could only set up a payment plan for the hospital bill.

I could only put aside money to save for her future college fund.

I could only keep myself away from her.

Because I have done nothing but hurt her, over and over and over again.

And no matter what I try to do, I can never stop.

It's like a curse that takes hold of my body, forcing me to perform physical actions that I hate myself for, so much that I want to take hold of myself for just a few moments and end it all, just so I can stop.

I feel sick every time I think about what I've done, every time it happened it's like I'm forced to watch myself do that to her.

But no more.

She's safe now.

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