I sat on the side of the bed while putting on my shoes. I turned my head around when I felt her move. Kate rotated, changing her position on the bed and was now facing me, but she was still sound asleep.
I saw dried tears on her pretty face. Even if I deny it, I am still hurt by the pain I inflicted on her. I liked her. Genuinely liked her. I wished I hadn't found out who her parents were or if she had different parents.
I moved closer to her and lowered my face. I watched the face of the first woman I truly loved. But it is not possible. All the pain I experienced because of her father, that was more dominant. I clenched my fist to keep from hurting her. I didn’t want to hurt her physically. All I want is to get back to that person, the pain he gave me because of what he did to my fathe
