He looked at her,
She was just a child.
An innocent child.
His child.
But he didn't care.
He hated her.
Didn't even know why she existed.
Why she was created....

Her mother-his partner,
Would sit there night after night.
Screaming, Pleading, begging,
Him to stop.
But he never did.
He was angry at life.
It had always pick on him,
Now he had the control.
Make his family do whatever he wanted.
And if they didn't,
Blood was drawn,
Seeing it run down his daughters face,
Eased him. Made him calm.

It was the blood,
He was after.
Not the control.
The blood.