My hatred for you runs so deep it's difficult to pinpoint its origin // Mikael to Becks
Rebekah had been just a girl. Seventeen. A girl who lost her mother too young. A girl who loved her brothers more than anything. A girl who feared her father’s wrath. He had never held back, not even though she was his daughter.
Her breath faltered for a single heartbeat. She despised that he could still do this to her. She despised that some part of her still wanted him to love her. His words always found the places inside her that had never healed.
“Well,” she said, forcing the wobble out of her voice, “at least you are consistent. Let your hate drown you.”
Her gaze did not waver. “You broke your children. You hunted us. Nik was my family, the only one that ever mattered.” He had stayed with her through it all, even at his worst. That loyalty had meant more than anything her father had ever given.
She lifted her chin, her voice tight, her eyes bright with emotion she refused to let him see fully. “You were meant to protect me. Meant to love me. But I will not spend another moment of this life trying to earn the affection of a man who was never capable of giving it.”
“You are not my father. Not in any way that matters.”
