Once I'm down, he wasted no time in kicking me to the waist, "Never." Another kick was sent, "Question me." He continued, "Again." Blood shot out my throat with the last kick.
Tears warmed my cheeks, "Why do you hate me? The only time I actually think you may see me as your daughter is when I kill the wolves. Like your weapon, not your daughter. I try to please you so why can't you look your own daughter in her eyes...what are you scared of. Why do you treat me like fucking shit?!" I cried, hoping that he'll at least apologize but he never did all those years ago either so why would he now.
"Go get clean, we have a conference to attend." Was the only thing he said, no emotion toward me at all.
***
Almost everyone from Whistle Berdge gathered at the middle of the deserted road as Mayor Albert stood with his chin high on the porch of the Berdge's headquarter.
