"If anyone would have treated me like the adult that I am and asked what I wanted, I wouldn't have had to fight him."
Gods, her father was mad...
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I know you think you're telling me the truth, and I know you believe that you wouldn't ever let me go, but sometimes I think you don't know how things really are." She gave him a sad look, wishing that he'd at least try to understand how things were, how they'd been, how she felt, instead of telling her how she should be, or feel...
"I love you, Daddy, but you should go. I'm so tired..." She shifted and curled on her side, still hugging the pillow protectively over her baby.