I care about what you think of me

The dark look in his eyes were holding was enough to build up a kind of fear in Stella's body and when his eyes met with her she just felt like disappearing into thin air, maybe she shouldn't have asked him that because it was not she was realizing how stupid that question sounded.

"I thought I would ask you a second, what did you say?" Davis asked again, he tried his best not to sound angry but his voice was really thick and hard.

Stella didn't reply, she just pressed her lips down together and looked at her food while Davis nodded. "Just tell me, how exactly do you view me to think of me that way?" He asked but no reply.

"You will forever view me as a monster right? Okay fine, I'm a monster are you happy now?" He said and Stella slowly looked up at him, she saw the amount of hurt flashing in his eyes and she immediately looked down.

She was starting to feel bad but she doesn't even know why, she hates him so she's not supposed to feel anything.

"Is Daddy angry?" Davis whipped his he