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So, I’ve been struggling with this for quite some time, if not years. Not with that text in particular, but with the feelings. And I finally managed to write them down, to give them a voice, a voice I wanted these feelings to have.
When she came home that night the first thing she noticed in the dim lights was the dark figure, hunched, leaning against the wall right beside her door. As soon as she was near enough she was noticed and the figure, still leaning there, spoke to her.
“Hey, girl. Remember me? Your Daddy?”
The young woman stiffened, a chill creeping down her spine. Not him. No.
He always chose to show up in the most inopportune moments for her. Always when she just managed to get over him leaving her behind again. It took her months. Months. Trying to accept the fact that he would always leave again. That he’d hurt her again.
“Stranger?” he tried it again with his special kind of humour, smirking at her.
“That’s what you are.” she finally answered while getting her keys out of her bag.
She didn’t need to look up into his face to know that smirk was turning into a frown.
“What’s the matter, princess? I’m back! Isn’t that great?”
Actually,no, she thought. And for probably the first time in her life, she looked up to him with something else than adoration and forgiveness and daughterly love. She looked up at him wearily, but with defiance.
"Stay away from me, stranger." she said and shut the door behind her. Shut the door behind her father. Once and for all.
She smiled.