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"Owie," I say holding my head, it hurt so badly, why does it hurt, I groaned again, something was wrong, I turned in mommy's arms groaning and crying, this hurt.

Our summer vacation was over, that day in the amusement park, doctor David said I was dehydrated and now mommy has me drinking water the whole day, not just when I ask for it. I still haven't forgiven papa, and I don't plan on it, we left his house after that day after I said my goodbyes to mom.

"What's wrong baby?" mommy asks me, we're back at school, and everything is hard and blurry, days are blurry, I don't understand things in school, I get too dizzy and don't know how to react to most things, I've been feeling like a zombie most of the days.

I'll go to class and fall asleep, or I'd fall down without meaning to, and that keeps on happening, the whole day, no matter how much I want to be awake and pay attention to classes, we're learning some interesting things about how mommy got a headspace just like me, and how I can still keep my big girl headspace.

"Owie," I say again pointing to my head, she didn't look happy, she doesn't know what to do with me, and neither do I, I just am suffering from really bad pain in the head.

"Again sweetie, we're going to check with David," she says making me groan, I hate David, he's a bad doctor, and he uses needles and it hurt me.

"Nu wanna," I whine, he only gives me medicine that doesn't really help me, and the taste icky.

"We need to let him check on you," she says and leaves the bed to get her phone while I whined and groaned, ready to get some more sleep.

I didn't wake up to being moved toward David's clinic, instead, I woke up to find him in my room, and I screamed, why is he here? We usually go over to his place, why is he here now?

"I see, you still don't like me," David says, as I screamed again, but mommy had me held down, as he poked me with more needles, leaving me crying the whole morning.

"I don't understand what's wrong, her body is showing signs and genes she shouldn't have," David says, I only whined, nothing wrong with me.

"I'll have to talk to her father," mommy says, but why talk to my father, nothing wrong with me.

"Do that," David says before leaving us, he's no help at all.

After the doctor left, and I was given more painkillers, I was back to sleep, and now that I'm awake, I saw my father in my room, what is he doing here? I decided to ignore him, I'm already in pain, and not feeling my best, I'm just tired and sick the whole time, and I'm dying, I feel like I'm dying, I know I'm.

"Rosabelle," he starts and I turn my head ready to ignore him, but he had me pulled into a sitting position and looking him in the eyes, that's not nice!

"Now listen up little girl or I'll take you over my knee and teach you some respect," he says in a firm voice, one that I believed.

"There's something you don't know about yourself, things I hoped would wait until after Emiliyah took charge, but your body is developing faster than I expected," he starts.

"You know you're my daughter," he says, I knew that, he's the one who raised me, but he's not biologically mine, I knew that too.

"We both wanted a submissive girl, me and your mother, when it was time to get her pregnant, we agreed on adding just a little bit of my genes into the mix, to make sure you'll be strong and you would survive everything that's coming," he says, and I look at him confused, I never knew that.

"My genes, well they weren't supposed to be that strong, but apparently your old man is stronger than he knows," he says with a chuckle making me smile, I always loved his laugh.

"You got just a little bit of vampire inside you," he says, does that mean I'm a strong vampire?

"I'm a strong vampire?" I ask him, happy that I'll be super strong.

"No, but you need blood to survive, good thing you belong to Emiliyah," he says reminds me of why I hate him.

"Why?" I ask him with hurt clear in my voice.

"Emiliyah...years...years ago, she saved me from death, I owed her a blood debt, and in return, she wanted a submissive just like Eva, her daughter, our daughter, while I wanted to be a father, but would never survive sending you off to the academy on your own, I've been a student there once, and believe me not all doms are that good..." he says sounding frustrated and afraid, he sounds nothing like the strong dom I know he is, he sounds like a hurt scared father.

"But you sold me," I say again, still hurt.

"I only agreed to her request knowing she's the best dom in her whole class, she's been learning forever to be a good one, and I trust her," he says, maybe if he told me these before I would have forgiven him, but not right now, maybe later?