Chapter Five:

'God I can't believe he actually send me to my room as if I'm a child.'  She said out loud as she paced her room.  'How dare him think that he have the right.'  She said running her hands through her hair.  'This is my house damn it.  The only rights he have here is the rights I give him.'

She stopped death in her tracks when her door was suddenly pushed opened and he stood in the door way glaring at her.

"I'm only going to ask you once."  He said walking into the room staring at her.  "What the hell do you think you were doing allowing that boy to molest you in front of everyone?"

"I…I don't know what your talking about…molest me…who are you talking about?"  She asked her anger still running rapidly inside her.

"Don't act stupid, Elizabeth.  You know exactly whom I'm referring to."   He said walking into the room. 

Taking a few steps back she swallowed the lump that suddenly strung into her throat.   "I don't know what your talking about."  She repeated.

"You know I've tried, God knows I've tried ever since I was a little boy to make right what your father seemed determine to destroy.  And I've stood back while he played daddy.  Raising you to do what ever you damn well wanted to do.  I've watched as he broke my mothers heart over and over again and I'll be blame if I'll let you do the same."  He said so calmly that Liz couldn't help the panic that invaded her. 

"I don't understand what your relationship with my father have to do with me?"  She yelled at him.  "I'm not my father.  I'm not my father."  She repeated her tears blurring her vision.  "You can't hold me responsible for what he did as a child.  I'm not him."

"Your so much alike."  He said as if he hadn't heard any thing she'd said. 

"My father is a good man.  How dare you insinuate that he's not.  This is his house you're standing in… my house and I won't stand here and let you degrade him."

His eyes shot up capturing hers so suddenly that Liz felt her fear race through her so rapidly that she couldn't stop her body from shaking. 

"Who the hell do you think your talking to little girl?"  He yelled moving towards her.  "I'm not your father, but I'm more then willing to teach you the straight and arrow."  He said as he placed his hand on his belt, unhooking it and pulling it from his pants.

"What the hell do you think your doing?"  She demanded her body heaving from her fear, her anger.  "Your not my father.  You have no right to touch me."  She yelled backing away from him.

Rushing toward her the belt held high in the air he grabbed her by the arm.  "I may not be your father."  He said.  "But I'm the only one you have that will direct you to the right path."

"No!"  She screamed trying to brake away from his tight hold.  "No…"

He brought the belt down with all his might not caring where it landed.  He would show her…him that everything she…he did affect everyone around her…him."

Liz's cry's turned into a soft moan as he continued to strike her.  Her body dropped to the ground her  free hand covering her face.  'Daddy…daddy….'  She kept repeating in her head. "I hate you!"  The words seem to echo around them, bring him out of the rage that held him in its grasp.  He backed away from her his chest heaving.  "I hate you."  She repeated staring up at him, her tears running down her face.   Getting slowly to her feet she looked at him.  "You will never be half the man my father is."  She said facing him, her rage over taken the pain coursing inside her.  "Not even half." She spat at him as she stood before him.

He slapped her so hard across the face that she hit the ground forcefully. He stood over her glaring down at her, his rage raging inside him.  "Your dad wish he was half the man I am."  He said before turning and walking away.

"I hate you."  She screamed getting to her feet as she covered her face with her hands.  "I hate you."  She let her sobs race through her. She let her pain run its course, but never again will she give him the power over her that he had tonight.  Never will she let him touch her physically or mentally.

TBC