• She stares at the man before her.
    But not with happy eyes.
    More like whithering eyes.

    He stares right back.
    But he doesnt seem to notice her pain.
    Or her fear.

    She tugs at the skin on her fingers.
    A nervous habit she picked up on.

    He doesnt notice that either.

    She starts to bite her lip.
    Yet another nervous habit she has.

    He still doesnt notice.

    She thinks to herself.
    Daddy you hurt me.
    Daddy you always leave.
    Daddy why wont you leave for good?
    Daddy i love you.