Broken Chord

The music allowed her to be free for a moment; from the cage her father had built up around her, a cage of anger, punishment and expectations. She was lost in an endless dream, a dream so good, so--Phillipa's bow stopped abruptly as the door creaked open. The lone lightbulb outside the door cast a hellish glow on the man in the doorway, his shadow long, savage, a monster. He was tall, the man, lean but muscular. His chin was coated in dark stubble. His dark eyes were dull, a probable result of the drinking he had been doing while his daughter was in school.
"Hello Phillipa," the man cast a wry, angry grin.