[OTC] Daddy Issues
[All of the on_thecouch prompts are going in their own separate verse for the most part. Unless she really wants to use it for another verse, they’re going to be tagged [verse] therapy mondays. Oh, and she’s in Hell in this verse. So we get to have some fun. (And when I say ‘we’ I mean me.)]
Apparently, no matter what she did, she couldn’t escape him even if she tried. She had him killed and he still hung over her, not only from the guilt but from the fact that she’d cut her life short all because of him. Now she was in Hell, and that only seemed to intensify her hate for him, and what he made her do. If he had just left her alone, she wouldn’t be like this. She wouldn’t even be close. Who knows, she might have actually wound up happy.
A novel concept, yeah?
What he did to her and the end result has clouded every move she made since this whole mess started. She learned how not to be in anyone’s debt. She learned that you need to take care of your own affairs, and not leave them to someone else. She learned that you can’t let people take advantage of you-that it never ends well when you do. She learned that the world was not a nice place, and you needed to look out for yourself, because no one else was going to-certainly not family. Her own mother’s actions made that painfully obvious enough.
She was paranoid, she was misanthropic, and she was neurotic. She had a trigger happy finger and was so focused on looking out for herself and taking care of what mattered to her, that she consistently failed to see the bigger picture and wound up screwing herself in the process. True, she was self-reliant, independent, and able to take care of herself, but she would have traded all of that in a heartbeat for the ability to trust, reason, and just be happy.
With her luck, however, that really seemed to be too much to ask for.
And none of that really mattered, anyway. She was in hell now that the deal for her soul had come due, and as she felt the hooks dig into her side and the pain ripple through her body in waves, she cursed her family and the past she was raised in, cursed her bad choices, cursed her father for putting her in this position. The only consolation she had was that a few levels down, in that special circle reserved for grown people who keep children from being children, she could hear the very distinct screams of the man she used to call her father, and the fact that he was in that much pain made some of this a little more bearable. At least this time, she wasn’t the only one who was suffering.
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Apparently, no matter what she did, she couldn’t escape him even if she tried. She had him killed and he still hung over her, not only from the guilt but from the fact that she’d cut her life short all because of him. Now she was in Hell, and that only seemed to intensify her hate for him, and what he made her do. If he had just left her alone, she wouldn’t be like this. She wouldn’t even be close. Who knows, she might have actually wound up happy.
A novel concept, yeah?
What he did to her and the end result has clouded every move she made since this whole mess started. She learned how not to be in anyone’s debt. She learned that you need to take care of your own affairs, and not leave them to someone else. She learned that you can’t let people take advantage of you-that it never ends well when you do. She learned that the world was not a nice place, and you needed to look out for yourself, because no one else was going to-certainly not family. Her own mother’s actions made that painfully obvious enough.
She was paranoid, she was misanthropic, and she was neurotic. She had a trigger happy finger and was so focused on looking out for herself and taking care of what mattered to her, that she consistently failed to see the bigger picture and wound up screwing herself in the process. True, she was self-reliant, independent, and able to take care of herself, but she would have traded all of that in a heartbeat for the ability to trust, reason, and just be happy.
With her luck, however, that really seemed to be too much to ask for.
And none of that really mattered, anyway. She was in hell now that the deal for her soul had come due, and as she felt the hooks dig into her side and the pain ripple through her body in waves, she cursed her family and the past she was raised in, cursed her bad choices, cursed her father for putting her in this position. The only consolation she had was that a few levels down, in that special circle reserved for grown people who keep children from being children, she could hear the very distinct screams of the man she used to call her father, and the fact that he was in that much pain made some of this a little more bearable. At least this time, she wasn’t the only one who was suffering.
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