The scars mended

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I woke up in a dark room, there was one single light above my head. My hands were tied behind my back and my feet to the floor. I looked around, seeing no one else in the room, I tried to loosen my hands, the knot was too tight.

"Trying to escape already?"

"You won't get away with this."

"How ironic you have said that."

I looked around the room, focusing on the figure walking towards me, when he entered the light I had saw it was my so called father.

"Kevin"

He raised his hand slapping me in the face.

"I'm your father."

"Never was never will be."

He slapped me again. Pointing a finger at me, I saw his hatred in his eyes.

"You are my daughter, treated you like one all your life, while your real dad was out getting drunk."

"He also worked on getting custody."

"How could he? Only we knew you weren't my child."

"And I never will be."

He raised his hand ready to hit me agian, I glared at him, trying to dare him to hit me.

"hit me, hit me, father,"

I strung his name out in mockery. 

"YOU WILL NEVER BE MY DAD!"

"Oh honey your mom took me back, your sister welcomed me, but they wont leave you,"

I streightend up, but kept my eyes on him.

"So your my mentally disabled daughter and are returning from the adoption center in the US and we will live in france; now if you coparate I won't let people treat you like a mentally ill patient."

"You make it sound bad."

"Over there, you will be going to special school, special help, treated as a child, and accused of being wrong your entire life, no way would you be able to escape, and you wouldnt have a life"

"You won't win."

"Will you cooporate?"

"yes,"

"yes.....what?"

"Sir?"

"Papa, father, dad, no sir, no kevin."

I nodded, hanging my head. I didn't want to leave my real dad, especially after finding him, I couldn't leave Justin, he was my entire existence, now I don't have one.