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Author: Ashabi
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LENA’S P.O.V.

I didn't feed my father. I had forgotten to leave him lunch for the day. This was because I was shaken by the incident with Alexander in the morning. I forgot to leave him lunch and also bring back his potty pan.

Getting to his room, I was shocked to see that he had pooped on the floor. He did not seem to care about what he had done. The room stank but I couldn't show it.

“Dad,” I said.

I did not expect him to do this. He could have just waited for me to arrive. He stared into space, his eyes filled with no emotions. I sighed, tears growing in my eyes but I walked over to clean him up. When I got closer, he grabbed my neck and I gasped as his fingers thinned into my skin.

“Dad…” I called lifting my head to see his emotionless face. He glared at me and said, “Bastard!” He spat at my face and dragged his fingers down my skin until I was able to move away.

“You are a bastard!” He yelled at me, looking into mine. His orbs were filled with disdain. His fingers trembled
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