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"This is all your fault!"
His piercing voice echoed in my ears as he screamed, followed by throwing a thunderous slap against my face – tears continuously flowing in his eyes. My knees couldn't help but betray me as i abruptly sat on the ground my head facing down.
He hated me, he hated my whole existence that seeing me again. Seeing me again after six months was something i expected him to do – hurt me.
If i knew that he was home. I should've never gone inside.
"If only Rika." He trailed and I knew, I knew where his words would eventually lead to.
"If only you weren't my child!"
I've heard the words a countless of times and yet, the excruciating and antagonizing pain couldn't help but tear me apart, always.
"you're existence is an eyesore!"
I know. I know, you don't have to say it over and over and slap it right in front of my face. I know it damn well.
"because of you, my first wife died!"
I know dad. I know this is my fault. I know, just don't—
"I fucking hate you!"
—don't press it any further.
A treacherous tear escaped as I see him crouching down on the floor, meeting me eye level and pulled my hair rather harshly.
"and because of you my second wife left me!"
I'm sorry dad, I truly am.
"Because of that sinful face! Because of that face, everything went downhill! I fucking hate that face!"
I know and I hate myself too.
"why wasn't it you who died? Why?!"
I've asked that a countless times too father.
But, I'm afraid to leave you dad. I'm still hoping that you'll love me back, that eventually you'll learn to love me again, that eventually everything will go back to the way it was.
