Demi's POV

"Hello, Demetria." He said nervously.

"H-Hi." I stuttered quietly. He attempted to hug me across the table, and I stiffened my body, and pulled away roughly. "Don't touch me." I growled at him.

"Sorry."

"For what? Hugging me? Or destroying my childhood?" I asked him bitterly. He looked down, as if he was ashamed. He bloody well should be. I thought to myself.

"Both. I should never have did what I did to you, I should never have left you alone in the house whilst I went and got drunk in the pub when you were a baby, I should never have hit you, or called you horrible names that make me shiver when I think of them, and I should never, never have made you do… what I made you do. I'm so sorry." He said, he looked like he was being honest, but who cares, right?

"Say it. Say what you made me do. If you can't say it, you're not sorry." I told him, staring him dead in the eyes. He looked down, before speaking again.

"I should never have… I should never have raped you. I'm so sorry." He said ashamedly. I wasn't bothered that he'd said it in all honesty. It made no difference to me whether he said it or not, I just wanted to make sure he remembered, not that he could possibly have forgot.

"You're not sorry. You're not sorry for what you did to me, you're sorry that I told someone, and that you ended up here. You're sorry that you've spent the last 12 and a half years in prison. Well, quite honestly, I think you need to stay here for the rest of your life. I want you to rot here, like you would have left me to rot if I hadn't said anything." I told him bitterly. He looked like he was about to cry, but once again, I didn't cry.

"I am sorry, Demetria, I know you wont believe that, I would think you were crazy if you forgave me, I'm just asking that you consider the option that I am telling the truth when I say that I'm sorry, and that I've attempted to kill myself numerous times because I can't live with what I did to you." He explained, relatively hopefully.

"Oh, guilt tripping me now? Such a wonderful father." I said sarcastically again.

"I'm not trying to guilt trip you, I'm just telling you the truth. You're my daughter, and I love you unconditionally." He said. The fucking nerve of him.

"Oh, you love me, do you? If you love me so much, why did you do it? Why did you make my childhood hell, why did you get me stuck in a kids home my whole life? That's not love." I told him coldly.

"I didn't know what I was doing. I was upset about your mothers death, and I blamed you, because she never told me that she was ill, I was on a walk with you down the corridors, and when we got back, your mother wasn't there. The nurse said that your mom had died whilst we were gone. She explained to me that she'd been ill. I gave you to her, and ran." He explained, tears brimming in his eyes.

"That's not an excuse. You lost your wife, I know, and I know you must've been sad, but that was no excuse for what you did." I told him, glaring at him.

"I know it's not an excuse, it's just that… I couldn't… I blamed you for your mothers death. When she died, it was such shock, She was such a wonderful woman, and I didn't know what I'd do without her. I thought…I thought you were to blame for her death, so I took it out on you. I know now how wrong I was, and I'm so sorry." He said, as if he was actually sorry.

"You're right. It's not an excuse. I was a baby, you were a 31 year old man. You should never have touched me. I feel sick knowing that I'm related to you." I told him with what I hoped was a dark, and hateful look in my eyes.

"Guard?" I called the guard who was standing next to us, pretending not to be listening to our conversation. "I'd like to leave now." I told him. He nodded, and lead me out of the room, through the hallway, and to the doors where Melinda was waiting.

We got in the car, and sat in silence. After an hour and a half, she broke the awkward silence.

"Do you want to tell me what happened? You don't have to; it's just that sometimes it's good to talk." She said with a sympathetic smile. I nodded, and swallowed.

"He said that he blamed me for my mothers death, and that's why he did it. He said he was sorry." I told her simply.

"And what did you say?" She asked hopefully.

"I told him it was no excuse, and that I feel sick knowing I'm related to him. Then I left. I want nothing to do with that sick, perverted, twisted man." I told her bitterly. Honestly, I felt sick at the thought of him. The image of what he looked like kept playing in my mind.

We pulled into a McDonalds on the way back, Mel smiled at me, and we walked in, ordered food, and sat at the table.

"You need a treat to cheer you up, I know it's not much, but you know." She said with a weak smile as she ate a French fry.

I couldn't eat it. I felt sick, My stomach twisted, and I ran to the bathroom where I threw up the little contents of my stomach. The door opened behind me, and Melinda popped her head round.

"Are you alright?" She asked as she bunched my hair up in her hands, and held it back for me. I was grateful for that, because last time I was sick, it went in all my hair, and everywhere. I looked a mess, thankfully it was in the home.

I wiped my mouth on some tissue, and flushed the toilet, before turning round to face her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. Can we just leave? Please? I really wanna go home." I told her wishfully. She nodded, and we went into the car, and I sat in the back seat of the car.

I lay down, and before long, I fell asleep.

"Demi? Demz, sweetie, wake up." Selena's voice played in my ears, pulling me away from the dream I'm sure I wouldn't remember after a few moments of being awake. Not that I minded, it was an uncomfortable sleep, and I love her to much to be bothered by the fact that she'd woken me from slumber.

"Sorry, I'm awake, how long have I been asleep?" I asked her as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. She slid into the car, and sat down next to me. She took my hand in hers, and smiled warmly at me.

"It's 5.00 now, Mark told me to come get you for dinner. Mel said you fell asleep at around 2.15-ish, and she decided to leave you asleep because you'd had a stressful day." She told me, that same warm smile still very visible on her features. I sighed, and rested my head on her shoulder. "Wanna tell me about it?" She asked caringly.

"After dinner, I'm hungry." I told her with a smile, she smiled back and we headed into the dining room, where we at dinner. Kids talked about their days, and complained about their teachers and homework, then we all left the table, each kid going off to do their individual activity.

We went up to our room, and lay on Selena's bed. We lay on our backs, and she wrapped her arm behind my back and held me. I reached up to her hand which was on my left, and interlaced our fingers. It was an awkward position, but we stayed like it.

"So, what happened today?" She asked cautiously. I told her what happened, and her grip on me tightened every couple of minutes.

"Are you okay?" She asked me after I'd finished my story. She looked concerned.

"Course I am, why wouldn't I be?" I asked. It came out perkier than I'd wanted it to, but oh well.

"I dunno, I'd be really upset if I were you, after today, facing your dad for the first time in 12 and a half years. You're really brave, I wouldn't be able to look at either of my parents." She said honestly. I smiled at her, and shrugged awkwardly, due to our position.

"Mer, I'm not that bothered by him. He got his punishment, as far as I'm concerned, he was purely a sperm donor who abused me. He isn't my dad, he's an obstacle in my life that I've managed to avoid." I explained. She didn't say anything back, she just nodded.