Davian's POV
I hop from foot to foot, trying to sike myself up enough to enter my father's room. I draw in a breath. I can do this. I'm jittery with terror, my heart aches and I swallow, not wanting to show my father weakness. Tears escaped my eyes the last time I visited him and he punched me for it. Security came and got me out of the room, and restrained him. At that moment, I thought to myself, "I'm done," and I refused to come back. I walked away from the hospital vowing to myself this would be the last time I'd see him. Two years later and I am here with a flurry of emotions battling inside of me.
There was never winning with this man. Every time I tried to express myself, rage and disgust crossed his face as though he expected me to keep my feelings locked up. I could never win an
