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Recluse couldn't help but snort as her father started to talk, she would stand stock still, listening but allowing her gaze to wander. She could feel a growl rising in her throat and struggled to push it down. He claimed he hadn't come to beg her forgiveness and she supposed to an extent that was true as he wasn't apologizing either, but she also couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that he still seemed to want to repair their relationship, all without actually put in effort.

Her father fell silent and Recluse rolled her eyes. "See you say all these things, and I even believe you believe them, about being there for us, for me but you've never proven it. All you've ever done is run off to fuck the next pretty thing that caught your eye and try to replace your children when they weren't immediately in view." Her voice was littered with spite, the venom she felt for the bastards her father had reared instead of trying to find her, to save her from her kidnapping. There might have once been pain there but Recluse felt she was past pain, now all she felt was contempt. Her parents had been shit when once she'd thought them so amazing she now could see them for the dirt they were.

And she was sure she was fine with that, she didn't want anything from her father but for him to accept he was trash to her and understand what he'd done. Then if they never spoke again she'd be happy. She was certain.


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