It was almost impossible to forget that day. The questions the police had asked me. Going to too many doctors and most of all seeing my Dad getting hand cuffed right in front of my own eyes. He was supposed to be my hero. The person I could always come to for help, he always made me feel safe. Now he's this dark and evil monster, Mum told me he had  always been this way, but I think she's just lying so I would go with her on her visiting days. Today was one of those days.

We sat around a small table, it was in better condition than half of the table opposite us, its neat wood held different carvings and colours that scratched against its surface.

My brother sat next to my Mum, bouncing up and down in his seat, his legs tapping furiously against the dirt. He was always the most excited about seeing Dad. I didn't like spending my Sunday afternoon's like this. I'd rather hang with my... friends. Or buy CDs or something, so I could be a normal teenager for once.

Dad walked out in an orange jumpsuit, his hair was combed neatly back, teeth clean. Everything we usually saw for this occasion. The only thing that was different about him was that he was sweating.

Nervous maybe?

"You got 30 minutes." The officer that had dragged my father in grumbled as he leaned against the wall, his eyes never left Dad but his gaze was bored.

Mum grabbed his hand, holding if for some small short moments. My brother raced around the other side of the table, sitting next to Dad.

I pulled out my headphones from my jacket pocket, placing them into my ears as I selected a song that matched my mood.

"Annatasia, take those out!" Mum yelled as she yanked both of the cords out of my ears.

"It's aright Natalie." Dad said, looking at me as he smiled, his eyes held some kind of sympathy that never reached my heart.

I turned away and looked at the other family walking by. A little girl hugged her dad; they seemed so peaceful apart from those scars that ran down the fathers face. I shuddered.

"I only got a few more days to go, and then the gang and I are free." Dad said with a warm, happy smile.

"I wish you weren't," I snapped. Somehow over the full blasting music I had heard my Dad's quiet cool voice, I never even realised that he was acting to keep his voice warm.

"Annatasia!" Mum was screaming at me now.

"What are you going to do to the remains of this family? No one's going to pick these remains up anytime soon and it's not going to be you," I continued.

Mum gripped my arm tightly, "Enough!"

I shoved her off of me, storming to the opposite side of the meeting area. I leaned against the fence before I slumped to the ground, my shoulders sagging. Anger boiled whitihn me. I couldn't show it here.

"Breathe..." I whispered to myself as I clenched and unclenced my fists.

The rest of the visit went by smoother. I left to go buy a can of soft drink from the vending machine, when I came back my Dad was hugging my Mum and my brother. I stood beside the door so that he wouldn't hug me.

"Goodbye darling," my father said, waving.

I simply turned around, not acknowledging him. Rude I know.. But after all the things he did. I really do hate my father.

"Let's go Annatasia," Mum commanded grabbing my arm.

I tried to pry her fingers off only for her to tighten her grip as I cried out. She ignored me as she dragged me into the front room and out the door. It was only when we were at the car park did she throw me into our van. 

"What is wrong with you?" she screamed, her eyes full of rage.

I saw my brother run up behind Mum as he tried to calm her down, "Mum, we don't need to do this now." His voice was so coaxing and calm that even I would've listened to him. But Mum ignored him.

"Get in the car William," she spat as he obeyed.

He caught my eyes,  his own filled with sympathy.

Mum's fist landed on my arm, "What is wrong with you?"

My hand caught the antennae as I steadied myself, my hand immediatly going to my arm. I stared at her as boiling tears began to appear in my eyes. I could feel my hands begin to heat up.

"He's no father of mine. He destroyed our family!" I yelled, as my hands began to grow hotter.

I bit my lip, blinking away the tears as I begged my hands to cool. They didn't.

Mum slapped me, hard. The tears rolling down my cheeks as I fell to my knees. I could feel my left cheek begin to swell already.

"You could at least act nice! You only see him, what, one day a week if you're lucky?" she screamed as she opened the driver's door and turned the ignition. 

My hand, boiling with energy grabbed the side mirror, melting it away. I watched as Mum's eyes began to change swiftly from anger to fear. 

She slammed the door shut as she stamped on the accelerator, pushing it all the way to the floor. I let my emotions out onto this one blast of energy, a white beam hitting the car making it roll into the prison fence.