Like Father Like...Daughter?
PROLOGUE-
Anna watched it all from her place on the stairs even then, as hot tears trailed down her face she watched her father as he continued his rage on the furniture around him. She had no idea how much pain he felt, she couldn't understand it, but as she watched him launch one of the few unbroken lamps into the far wall she wanted nothing more than to go and hug him like he always did for her when she was sick or hurt. It was the least she could do in her opinion, to try and ease even a pinch of his suffering, but she stayed for now and tried understand everything she'd seen.
In the twenty minutes it had been since her mother had come in, and since left, Anna had watched her family fall apart right in front of her and she was powerless to stop it. The truth was out now, her mom had been having an affair for the last three months and obviously her dad was the one to find them. Now, here they were, her mom was gone and it was just her and her dad in a house that, though brightly lit and cheerfully decorated, now seemed oddly cold and empty where just that morning, there had been love and happiness.
'Or so it seemed.' It was the first coherent thought that actually played itself out in Anna's head. Everything else had been emotion or half played attempts to convince her self it was all a nightmare.
Mort looked desperately around him through tear-filled eyes for anything else to break or throw, anything that would help ease the stabbing pain in his heart, but as he looked around, he saw there was nothing left to destroy. Around him pictures were smashed, lamps and ceramics in pieces, blankets and pillows were ripped and torn. The walls were littered with scratches, marks, dents and even holes where objects, as well as his fists, had connected. Mort took it all in as he slowly felt his rage begin to give way to something much, much worse. It was as indescribable as it was real, it was almost like a hole had begun to form in his heart and take all of his emotions away into it.
He froze when he turned to see Anna huddled on the stairs watching him. He looked at her and for a moment, she was 5 years old again. With her light blonde pigtails and bright brown eyes, she was watching the whole scene. He blinked and the image disappeared and he saw his now teenaged daughter sitting on those steps, crying. Mort started to make his way around the couch toward the stairs when Anna got up and hurried down the staircase to him. He met her at the bottom step and pulled her to him in as strong an embrace as he could without thinking he would crush her and they both sank back down to sit on the bottom step of the staircase in a comforting sense that only parent and child understand, and stayed there even as the sun dawned on another winter morning.
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