It was the third consecutive night that he was coming with a bottle of wine in his hand and his sorrows thrown out in the river.
He grinned as he saw her laying there so peacefully. "You should have slept, why are you still up?"

He took his tie off and sat besides her, "I am sorry baby, I am late. Let me tell you a new bedtime story.
Look at me my sweet pie, won't you forgive your daddy?"

He laid besides her and caressed her cheek,
"So, once upon a time there was a princess. Her daddy loved her more than anything. He'd come home daily and bring her gifts. She'd hug him tight and say 'Daddy you're the best.'
Until one day when daddy returned and saw her little princess all grown up. 'You can't control me dad! This is my life.' She was going to marry a guy that he didn't like.
But how could she do that? For him she was still a little child.
He never wanted to hurt her but she wouldn't listen. She was going to fly away and he couldn't let that happen.
He just wanted to tell her that he had the right to control her life. So he did something terrible that night."

With that he smashed the bottle on her grave.
"See how much I love you my little girl? Now you'll never be running away."