Seeing her father so unexpectedly had left Crystal a mess. The uncaring father who always left her alone was now in this den of depravity. She had no idea why he would be in such a place. He always put the people of the city first over his own family. Over her.
Now he was rubbing shoulders with scum who were abusing women, alcohol and drugs?! Crystal could feel her rage simmering as her hand holding the blade trembled when she drew it. Even when his only child drew her sword on him, he didn't even flinch.
With his back to her, she could only see the same stoic silhouette that haunted so many of her childhood memories. The same rigid posture. The same unreadable stillness. The same quiet reminder that she had never been enough.
Not loud enough.Not strong enough.Not worth the time.
