by Joe Williams Jr.

Created on: July 06, 2009

There once lived a man in a mansion, a man filled with hate, and greed, and all the other things that make up the nastiest of evil men. But this story is not about this man you see, this tale focuses on his lovely daughter. Though they were related, the father and his daughter were nothing alike. For as much hate that the man had inside, matched the amount the daughter had love. It was a love for all things big and small, and it was this love that drove the man to violence towards his daughter, because this was all he knew. This rotten, wreched man beat his daughter often, from the time her mother died when she was a child, up to now when she was grown.

His main problem was that he put all of his love into his wife, that when his daughter was born, he had none left to give, and to make matters worse was the death of his wife. He had never really loved his child, and he never really cared to hide it. She was nothing more than an item with which he could releave his anger upon. And so it was that her body was bruised, and her self esteem was crushed. Though he dispised his daughter, he kept her around, having her do all the chores while he reminded her of her worthlessness to humanity.

Needless to say, she grew tired, but she knew there was nothing she could do, and besides, despite her father's endless hatred, she still loved him as he was her father. One day her father had been drinking, well, for that matter, he was drunk. A normal occurrence, but one that his daughter dreaded. After demanding another drink from his servant, he called his daughter in the room. As the young servent passed the daughter, he gave her a smile, almost as reassurance that everything would be okay. The daughter flashed him back a smile and walked on.

As the servant was mixing his bosses drink, he could hear the shouts of anger coming from the other room. He could faintly hear the young woman's cries, as she was slapped repeatedly, and he just stood there, wishing that there was something that he could do to stop the abuse. Finally he realized that there was something he could do, but he wasn't so sure that he would be able to pull himself to do it. Then he heared a loud crash and recognized it to be the sound of shattering glass. He had already visualized in his mind what had happened, the father had pushed his daughter onto the coffee table, and it was then that he knew that he had to do what was right, he had to poison the drink.

He pulled out the cleaning

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