MENTION OF RAPE. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE DO SKIP. Every uncomfortable word will be asterisked because of the non-consensual stuff.
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Nadazhda met herself at her father's house, the house which had some good and bad memories she wanted to forget and keep.
"Nadazhda!" she heard her father's angry voice calling her from the sitting room. Nadazhda left her paint and rushed to him.
Her little self (fifteen) always wished her father would change someday. He would be her loving father and would be her best friend again. He just lost himself to the darkness of love.
"Yes, pa...," Nadazhda swallowed what she wanted to say next because he didn't want her to call him her father. He said he hated it and he wasn't her father. He was just a sperm donor, but whatever happened, he would a
