Desiccate by Charity B.

He says our blood flows Greene, and because of that, we’re required to carry on its legacy.

Or some psychotic bullsh*t like that. The truth is, he’s completely insane. His mind’s been shattered by the sadistic belief that we’re meant to be his ‘family’.
Everything about him makes my insides rot, yet on the outside, I remain Daddy’s good little girl. It may have been my mother’s choices that brought us here, but I don’t blame her for it. Besides, she hates herself enough for the both of us.

The only thing that gets me through this horrific family portrait is dreaming about the day when I won’t have to see his smile, feel his touch or hear him call me that cringey nickname, Corie Bee, again.
Every day, pieces of me wither away, like petals falling from a dying flower. Still, I bide my time, waiting until he least expects my betrayal.
I refuse to let him desiccate me.