Sloane:
"I'm not going to apologize to you," my father proclaimed looking me straight in the eyes. An angry surge flooded through me, making me stand up to meet his challenge.
"I will not hesitate to rip your head off in front of all these people," I growled. Everyone's quiet now. "Choose your words carefully,"
"You are not a little girl anymore, Sloane," he stated calmly. "As your father, I did everything I could to protect you, so that you can survive. I understand your anger. More than anyone ever will. I am not sorry for the way I raised you. I am not sorry for the way you turned out. Look at you. What do I have to apologize for?"
"I want you to feel angry for fathering me," that just came out of my mouth like vomit. I am one hundred percent sure that I need to stop
