I'm Your Daughter Not Your Property

Camila's Point Of View:

"Sis! Dad has been missing for two days now!" My seven year old sister complained. Dad had gone out two days ago and hadn't come home.

I think my sister has a better relationship with him, or at the very least more of an emotional attachment then I do, but when your father puts you through hell... can you really blame a girl?

"Look May, he probably just needed to see a friend and stayed at their place for the night and couldn't charge his phone." I said as I cocked my head to look at my black haired sister from the doorway.

I could still see the worry in her eyes; the fear and terror.

I sighed and got up from my bed since I was laying down on my stomach reading a book. I brought my arms out knowing she needed a hug. Even though my father had put me through hell, I still cared for my sister more than I did myself. If I had to choose who'd live or die, me or her, I'd choose for her to live without a second thought.

She walked into my arms and I captured her in a warm loving hug. She didn't hug back instead she cried into my Nirvana tank top. I sighed rubbing her back soothingly. As I heard her sniffle a bit, I finally spoke.

"It's gonna be okay. Dads going to come home." I said soothingly as I rubbed circles on her back.

My sister nodded with her head still in my shirt as she tried to wrap her arms around me. I sighed and then heard the front door open. As soon as my sisters ears picked up the noise she looked up at me with stained glass eyes and smiled a bit. I wiped away a stray tear and she tore away from my arms running downstairs. I chuckled following her.

As I got to the bottom I saw my father there. He looked actually better than when he left, in that moment my blood boiled; he made his young daughter cry and worry for nothing.

Next to him was another man who must've been around my age. He had pale skin, hazel eyes, jet black hair that was cut nicely, and he was dressed very professionally. He was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie along with a black coat.

"Camila, we need to talk." My father spoke as he held May in his arms.

It clicked then; he had done it again. I felt rage burn in me but due to me not wanting to disturb May, I kept quiet and nodded.

He dropped May off at her room and I knew she'd be out for some time since she'd been crying.

"You did it again didn't you." I struggled to choke out with my anger boiling, and a few tears threatening to spill.

"Look, I owed him a lot of money. He was going to kill me; you really want to leave her without a father?!" He screamed.

"Don't do that! If anything you should've let him torture you and let me take care of May because unlike you I don't sell out the people I care about, but you know what it's becoming apparent that you only care for you!" I screamed in retaliation. "I thought you learned your lesson last time with Bert!" I yelled as the tears fell onto my cheeks.

"You will obey me, I am your father, I own you." He growled lowly through his clenched teeth.

"I'm a human being!" I yelled. That's when his hand collided with my cheek. I stood there in shock as I looked at him with my wide brown eyes.

"You're my property and I can chose when to get rid of you. The sooner you learn your place, the less pain you'll be in." He said emotionless. With that he left me alone in the room. I fell onto the birch wooden flooring as my legs collapsed from under me. I screamed as I held my head in my hands and my tears fell with almost no end.