ANGEL
“I’ll be right back, Angel,” Daddy jolted suddenly, he stood at full height.
My heart clenched with hurt, my fingers fisting the sheets.
“Daddy?”
He wasn’t looking at me, my cheeks felt cold. I was already missing his touch.
“Be good when Jillian comes back!”
Confusion stitched my brows together. His expression was harsher now, his features set in a hard mask. His voice was nothing short of a command.
A lump gathered in my throat, I wanted to tell him not to go, disappointment rained down on me like ice when Daddy turned.
What should I do?
Should I cry?
If I screamed now in pain, would he stay? Would he gather me back in his arms?
“Daddy? It still hurts” I whimpered, he didn’t turn around.
Please, look at me, please!
“I’ll send some pain killers,” His voice was st
