"Sairah, where are you going?"

"Out."

"It is six am."

"That is when visiting hours start."

"You better not have missed any school days, just to see this boy."

"This boy you speak of, is named John and he saved me from getting hit by a car but you don't care about such trivial matters."

"Sairah, stop arguing with me. You already have spoken to me rudely befo-"  

"As a matter of fact dearest father, I attend all my lessons and I complete all my work during the time I see him in hospital. My bag is currently full of the homework that I will complete today, during my time with him and not with you."

"Sairah, I am your Father don't you dare talk to me like that."

"No."

"No?"

"No, you are not a Father to me. You gave up on me, the second you found out Mum died. Don't you ever, ever, tell me how to talk to you or how to act."

"Stop thinking like this, it is ridiculous and irrational-"

"Irrational? So, when Mum died do you want to know who comforted me? Was it you Dad?"

"Don't you dare-"

"Oh no, it wasn't you who comforted me. Oh god no, you were too busy hating me. Who was it dad? Oh, it was a rapist, your best friend, Michael. Night after night, he continued to harm me while you were out late. Day by day, I was growing weaker and weaker but you failed to notice that, you were to busy praying for my death. But, do you even care Dad? Honestly, do you even care about me?"

"..."

"So no? You don't care, is it because I am impure? Was I suppose to save it all for marriage? Do I disgust you Dad? Am I no longer that innocent little girl any more?"

"..."

"Don't worry, your silence is louder than your words would ever be. I understand that I have disappointed you, I understand that I am just the daughter who has shamed you and I most definitely understand that you hate me. But, you know what I won't ever understand?"

"What?"

"How the rape was my fault, how when Mum died it was my fault because none of those things are my fault. The rape was Michaels and Mum dying was your sons fault. I am sick and tired of feeling guilty, I am sick and tired of trying to be accepted by you."

"Sairah-"

"I have not finished talking, I am sick and tired of feeling guilty for being raped. I didn't want to be raped, I didn't want Mum to die, I didn't want any of this. I am sick and tired of feeling guilty, I am sick and tired of you blaming me. I am sick and tired of you."

Wordlessly, he hastily moved out of the doorway and walked off into the direction of his room. He did not once glance back, his footsteps were determined, almost running away from her. At that moment, Sairah wished she could run away from herself too.

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