FOREWORD:
THIS CHAPTER DEALS WITH SUBJECTS THAT MAY UPSET SOME READERS. PLEASE CONTINUE WITH DISCRETION.

Chapter 3, Part 2

PATERNAL AFFECTION

NATSUKI'S POINT OF VIEW

"I like when p-... No. He'd beat me for even hinting at what he does..."
Poems... Poems... What to do for a poem... Monika gave me this assignment yesterday, and I have no idea what to do. I'd ask Sayori for help, but she's still in the hospital... Maybe I should give her a call anyways, at least ask how she's doing.
Yeah. I think that's what I'll do. I haven't seen or talked to her in almost three days. What's the harm? Oh right, Dad took away my phone when I disappeared for that sleepover... Oh to hell with it, my poetry is garbage anyways. There's no point wasting my time even trying...
I get up from my desk and flop onto my bed, trying to hold back my tears.
"I just... I want to die. I wish papa would just stop being papa..." I say as I hear a door slam in the living room.
"WHERE ARE YOU? I TOLD YOU TO BE IN HERE WHEN I GOT BACK!" I hear him call. I immediately run to the living room to greet him.
"Welcome h-home, papa." I say to him. I'm nowhere close to him, but I can tell he's been drinking by the way he smells. I hope he doesn't find anything wrong with what I've done...
"Dishes are done... Bathroom's clean..." He goes around the house inspecting my work. "You've passed. Get in your room, I'll be there shortly to give you what you've earned for it."
"Y-yes, papa." I do as he says and go to my room. I resist the urge to vomit. I know what's coming. I can't stop it. I might as well just... get it over with... Sometimes I wish mom hadn't walked out on us so she could take this part of dad's behavior, but... I don't want anyone else to deal with what he does to me.. it sickens me, but I don't have any choice. He comes back to my room, and opens the door without knocking, as is usual by now.
"Get on the bed. Now." He says, undoing his belt.

But he's interrupted by a knock on the front door.

"God damnit... Who the hell could that even be?" I hear him mutter. "Don't think that means you're off the hook. Get on the bed, I'll be back." I get on the bed as he says, and at some point, I started crying. I don't know when, but I feel the tears hitting my legs. I can't hold it back anymore, and I throw up. At the same time, I accidentally wet myself. I immediately burst into tears at how disgusted I am with both myself, and papa. I don't get out of bed, out of fear of what he may do when he comes back and finds me out of place after telling me where to be. The anxiety and fear finally overcome me, and I pass out.