Face him down
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| - | You glare a hate filled glare at your drunk, dirty, pissed off father. Emily was worked for this man’s affection all the way up to age 10, when she realized it was wasted energy. Now all that was left was disgust, which has only proceeded to grow as time has gone on. You know for a fact he’d beat Emily within an inch of her life if given the chance, and the only reason he hasn’t yet is because they mostly ignore each other. | + | You glare a hate filled glare at your drunk, dirty, pissed off father. Emily was worked for this man’s affection all the way up to the age of 10, when she realized it was wasted energy. Now all that was left was disgust, which has only proceeded to grow as time has gone on. You know for a fact he’d beat Emily within an inch of her life if given the chance, and the only reason he hasn’t yet is because they mostly ignore each other. |
“What the fuck do you want?” | “What the fuck do you want?” | ||
Revision as of 01:23, 18 May 2019
You glare a hate filled glare at your drunk, dirty, pissed off father. Emily was worked for this man’s affection all the way up to the age of 10, when she realized it was wasted energy. Now all that was left was disgust, which has only proceeded to grow as time has gone on. You know for a fact he’d beat Emily within an inch of her life if given the chance, and the only reason he hasn’t yet is because they mostly ignore each other.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“You watch your tone!” he growls. “You’ve got some nerve!”
“Why? I hurt you feelings?” you ask in a mocking manner.
“I said watch it!” he booms as he slams on the door forcing it open and knocking you on your ass. “You know exactly why I’m angry!”
“That list is as long as your visits to the whorehouse! Oh, I’m sorry, your ‘night shifts.’ Be more specific.”
“I’m talking about this relationship of yours, you fucking little slut! Who is he, how long have you been his fuck toy, and why does he want you of all the fish in the sea?”
“Why do you suddenly care?” You’re angry and demand this pig give you an explanation. “All my life, you’ve never given a fuck about me! Even after mom died, you never even cared to acknowledge me, then all of the sudden you decided to storm my room? Because your perverted imagination led you to believe that some guy I’ve hung out with a few times is trying to knock me up? What the fuck kind of a conclusion is that?”
“You think this is about you?” He chuckles with evil thoughts and ego on his mind. “Oh, no. This is about you, but it ain’t some movie magic moment you I get on my knees and beg. It’s about you, making me look bad by-”
“I make you look bad?” you interject, furious at the fact that he has no right to be talking. “I don’t have to do anything for that to happen. Of course, once again it’s never your fault ever. Cry me a fucking river!”
“You keep pushing it, and I’ll make you do that!”
“I’m shaking in my skin.”
He raises a clentched fist, roughly the same size as your head, when he takes a deep breath and lowers it. Restraint, not something you saw coming.
“You wanna know how I know?” he snarls. “Look at this room! What the fuck happened here?”
“You’ve never set foot in my room since I was fucking born! As far as you’re concerned, I’m a slob and it always looks like this. Besides even if I was humping some stranger, why would I tell you anything? I hate you. I hate everything about you!”
You show your thigh to him.
“I look like this, because of you!”
He is absolutely livid at your foolhardy bravery. He could crush you like a trash compactor and you stand up to him. Look him in the eye, without fear. Your host would’ve done the same: Emily gave up the fear of death long ago and some days welcomed it with open arms.
“Look, I don’t care if you hate me. In fact, the feeling’s mutual you spoiled little brat! I don’t care what you think about me. I’m your father and you will respect my fucking authority as such!”
- Continue to provoke him
- Concede defeat and tell him
- Cry begging for forgiveness
- Put him in his place
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