Chapter 12 Connie POV I'm at work, and I work in a coffee house. It's usually bustling, but today it isn't; it's slow, and not many patrons. I got a text message from Jeff, and it said that he had found and grabbed my daughter, the young one, Aimee. The b***h thought she could run away from me; she would never get far from me. I have my way of getting my punching bag back. I do hate her; she's too much like her father. She has the same temper as her useless father. She is sickeningly sweet and nauseatingly kind, and to top it off, she has her father's eyes. It's f*****g annoying. I can't help it; I enjoy hurting her and imagining it's her father that I hurt. One of these days, I might just beat her to death for the hell of it. Aimee even got named by her father; I hate the name too. I fi