“Hey, Dad, what do you need,” I asked him politely.

“You know what I came for.” He told me while welcoming himself inside.

I couldn’t fathom how he knew she was here and what did he want with her.

He smiles at me and asks me, “Son you know what I’m capable of right?”

By that point, I was crying. I knew how much he could hurt someone including his own flesh and blood.

“I d-don’t know who y-you’re talking about.” I stumbled through my words and coming from his face I knew he knew I was lying.

I saw his tail come out of his lower back. The sharp point on the end of it pierced my legs. Blood dripped onto my tile floor.

“Tell me where the girl is.” He calmly asked me but I could feel the rage growing in his voice.

I didn’t tell him where she was I didn’t want her to get hurt.

“TELL ME!” He screamed at me.

My wings and horns came out. I cried after collapsing on the floor in a puddle of blood.

From my position on the floor, I see Lucille’s door open slightly. I gave her a look that said hide. Her door shut and I stood up to face my father.

“You useless child. Why were you even born?” He yelled at me.

He slapped me across the face after that and growled: “I’ll find her myself.”

I got up to follow him. He got to the room Lucille was hiding in. He opened the door and I knew he would never find her. I know my father he sucks at hide-n-seek.

He finally left that room and walked into my room and when he couldn’t find her he left. But, not without having his tail cut my shin one last time.

Once I saw him leave the building’s parking lot. I told Lucille she could come out. She walked out of her room and saw my legs.

She freaked out and asked, “What happened, can I help you? Where are the bandage rolls? TELL ME!”

I replied, “I’m fine.”

She glared at me and said, “No, you’re not. Look you’re dripping blood everywhere. Now, where are the bandage rolls?”

I limped my way to the cupboard where all the medicine and first aid stuff was.

She grabbed like seven rolls of bandaged and demanded me to sit on the couch so she could fix me up. So, I listened to her. She is very…. Demanding but she was cute so I couldn’t complain.

She wrapped my legs in bandaged and yelled, “REST!”

So, I sat there and she sat next to me. She started talking about how she was terrified to have to hide and how could a father do something like this to their own son.

I grabbed her hand and said. “shush.”

Her face turned red and was quiet for the next hour or so.