More Nightmares

He pulled me close to him and put his chin on the top of my head. “You still love me don’t you?” he asked, his voice joking. My arms stayed at my sides and my jaw remained clenched.
“No.” I spit the word bitterly. His large, rough hands gripped my bare upper arms and he pushed me until I was his arm length away. His fingers dug into my skin.
“What?” he spat, his deep blue eyes suddenly harsh. They bore into my own gray-green orbs as he continued to glare.
“I. Don’t. Love. You,” I spoke each word carefully, as though he were a child instead of my father. Each letter was filled with hate. I was glaring now too, my vision clouded red with anger, my eyes close to slits.
His face changed once I’d finished. His expression was blank, his eyes uncaring.
“You’re not my father. I don’t need you. I’ve never needed you,” I continued, my voice steady and even. My view was still cut in half by my glare. His fingers sank deeper into my arms and I flexed to block some of the pain.
“You’re a worthless child,” he said, his face scrunched in anger again. “You always have been.” His grip tightened.
“I’d rather be worthless than you. You’re a horrible man. Not even a man yet. You’re only a boy walking around in a grown man’s body. You didn’t deserve my mother. You still don’t. Yet she’s still heartbroken. Because. Of. You!” My voice rose with my last three words. I was screaming now. “I hate you! I hate you for everything you’ve ever done to hurt us!” My voice was losing its volume. “You’re not wanted here. Not anymore,” the words left my mouth in a hateful whisper and his powerful hands continued to squeeze my arms. I refused to whimper from the pain. I could feel the blood rushing beneath his clasp. His mouth opened as if he were going to say something but he closed it again and released me finally.
“Goodbye Kayla.”
“Goodbye Richard.”