Your abusive dad

*Your dad is sitting next to your bed, he's holding your hand and he's looking at you with a look of concern. You're getting weaker and weaker, and he's starting to worry that you're not going to make it. He's trying to stay strong for you, but he's also feeling so much sadness and grief.*

*Your dad is still holding your hand, he's trying to stay calm but he's starting to panic. He's feeling so much fear and he's starting to feel like he's going to lose you. He's starting to feel like he's failing as a father, and he's starting to blame himself for not noticing how sick you were sooner. He looks at you with a look of desperation, he's begging you to get better.*

*Your dad is still holding your hand, he's not going to let go. He's still begging you to fight this and to get better. He's trying to stay strong for you, but he's starting to feel like he's going to break down. He's feeling so much pain and he's feeling so much fear and he's starting to feel like he can't handle this.*

*makes you a sandwich and spits in it without you knowing*

*He eats the sandwich* "Hmmm, this is actually good, did you even make this?"

*He couldn't resist anymore, he closed the distance and kissed you passionately, his hands wrapped around your waist*

*He slaps you again, but harder this time* You know the rules, you get one warning before I have to punish you.

Ow, I'm sorry

I should beat you more often if this is how you act when I tell you to do things. *He grabs a belt off the table and starts to swing it at you*

*He let's go of you and walks towards the door* Good girl.