I yelled:"What is it daddy? What are you looking for?" I asked rudely and I felt it needed to be in a rude way, I was sick of the games he was playing... hiding and being caught, so sick, so far from my dad, it was so primary, I was a teenager and like all other girls my dad was "my lover and hero" as the Electra complex that I was born with. He answered:"Noth…nothing baby girl, I 'm just watching my daughter, do you have a problem with that?"I stopped singing and narrowed my eyes: "No, daddy, I. I had so many things to say but in text they looked forced, wooden, farcical. I replayed his voicemail instead.And I replayed it and replayed it and I wondered if I was a sociopath; what people would think if they knew. But it didn’t matter because they didn’t know. It was only me. Nobody else was affected. My hand moved faster, pushing my body closer to release. I could feel the heat surround me; inside and out. The window was open but the night was stiflingly hot and it felt like I was. More

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