“You’re not my own!” he spat…
Pure venom spilled out of his freckled mouth.
His eyes split and grew large with fury.
My temperature could not merely match his.
Images went through my throbbing head
Images of what we could have had and stuttered:
“Father how can you pretend to not love me?!”
he cocked up his voice merely but a whisper
“foolish child, love is too big of a word…
for you are not my daughter as I am not your father.”