"You were destroyed. How are you here? Patrick got rid of you." I stepped back to find myself against the wall.
"You cannot destroy us, Daddy. Why would you want to? How could you?"
"You made me weak!", I felt the panic rise as my heart stepped toward me again, "I had to remove you to survive!"
I felt his hands grasp my collar and lift me into the air. For a frail and starving person, he displayed an unusual amount of strength. His grip tightened as he looked at me.
"You . . . you tried to remove your own daughter!" He spun and tossed me into a wall. Pain coursed through my body as I pulled myself to my feet.
"You have no idea what kind of pain I was in! You weren't there! You'd left me to fight it on my own!"
Till that day I'd never realized just how painful my fist could feel, "I was always there! Protecting the parts of you that were most important."
"You're a liar!" I swung my fist, but it never connected. It fell to my side; I couldn't fight him. I didn't want to. This was never supposed to happen. I was never supposed to face this part of me ever again. It was supposed to be dead.
"You were there for years and you didn't break. What do you think caused that? Every time the whip hit your skin, your daughter was there holding your hand! Every time they taunted you to break, I sat at your ear whispering the truths you needed to know. I was telling you to stay strong! Every time you screamed, Stephanie wiped away the tears and kissed you till you calmed." His foot smashed into my stomach. I fell to my knees.
"Why did I break then? Why did it work?!"
"It worked because Patrick muffled us. He destroyed everything that is good by stopping us from keeping you strong."
"Why would he do that? What is the point?"
My heart knelt down and put its hand on my shoulder, "I don't know, but we can find out. Accept us back. Let us out. Free us, Andrew."
Patrick had betrayed me. He'd been in control of my answer before I even made it. I was being manipulated, and had done unspeakable acts because of his influence. I'd killed people. I felt the anger boil as I remembered all the horrible deeds I'd committed in his name.
"Okay. Let's figure it out together, and then . . . we kill Patrick."
I woke up screaming for Patrick's blood.