I love you, daddy.

"Father please stop..." I begged, my lips quivering with fear as my hands were tightly clenched together.
I look up to make eye contact for a second, before I looked away frightened and apprehensive of the coming seconds.

"You're weak Adaline, you've always been weak." He spat as his eyes widened and his fingers gripped the end of the leather belt tightly. "Just like your mother."

His piercing brown almost black eyes seemed almost as if they were lit on fire as he stepped towards me. I was frightened. I saw the whip of the belt flash before my eyes before I felt it.

There was a reason I called him father and not dad.