Chris woke up as the morning sun shined bright upon his face. He couldn’t really

see, but he surely believes that Carrie is staring right in front of him. Only the

expression on her face was more embarrassed and angry. He didn’t know why, but

for some reason he believed something wasn’t right. Afterwards he began to roll

his eyes out to get a better clear view on what he actually sensed. All around him,

there were bars. Steel bars. He looked around, in utter disbelief as he went around

in circles until he finally figured that he was trapped in a cage. He was scared, but

realize that Carrie was still staring at him.“Carrie, where the hell am I?, he asked

in a frightful tone.“Just what the hell were you doing to me last night

daddy?”“What?”“I can’t believe you did that to me,” she said, as her eyes changed

from spiteful anger to a broken heart tears. “Why? Why did you do that?”Chris

couldn’t believe his ears, he hadn’t realize that she too was up at night when he

touched her.“I…”“NO! I don’t even want to talk to you at this rate, I HATE YOU! I

HATE YOU!” She said as she then walked out of the room and started to cry in the

bathroom. Chris couldn’t imagine for a second what was happening now. He didn’t

even understand himself anymore. Carrie was his daughter, not some erotic

balloon puppet that he can have sexual intercourse every now and then. It was

that reason last night, why he lost control. He wanted to kill himself, real badly. Get

the painful feeling away. But he couldn’t anyway. The cage around him, though

elevated to what believe to be as high as a 50 foot floor, was enclosed around just

like the window crate that trapped him in the basement. Chris finally just did what

any other human, as so he believes he is, can do that’s left with all hope is lost.

He began to cry. Hearing his daughter’s agony, only pained as much as he began

to cry in his pathetic life.Was there any way to redeem himself at all, he

questioned himself?Carrie returned to the room later, after a few minutes. Only

she grabbed a handful of clothes and went in to the bathroom to shower. Chris still

heard her cry even with the drench water hitting her body and going down the drain.

If only he can drown himself and go down the drain. Only once that this opportunity

did happened before, when trapped in the basement. But now, he couldn’t even

think of a way to die. He hurt more himself and Carrie. He couldn’t even go one

living for the fact that last night’s incident has left a scar to the both of them. He

was now scared half to death, thinking what Carrie could do to him, especially since

she could leave him on the floor and step on him, like any annoying, disgusting

pest. He kept muttering that name to himself now.Afterwards, Carrie finished

showering, got dressed, and returned back to the room. She hardly gave Chris a

fixed on stare as she best prepared herself for school. Chris kept trying to say

something to her, but Carrie kept ignoring him. There was no need to talk to

someone, if they don’t want to listen. He remained at his post, and kept crying to

himself now. There was no point anymore. He was to remain Carrie’s unforgiving

pet father for life. He hopes that maybe someday, she’ll give him another chance.

With less than a few minutes, Carrie left to school, while Chris remained at his post

in the cage. There was nothing to do now, except sleep and hopefully sleep the big

sleep. He wondered what Carrie was thinking about him now, or what would she do

to him.