She tilted her head into his touch again as he held her cheek, briefly closing her eyes to take in the feel of someone touching her in such a manner, and opened her eyes again as he asked his question. She knew if he was going to ask anything, it would be that, especially as it was now clear to her that she was crying out loud about her father in her nightmares. It wasn't unusual for her to do so, so it came as no surprised John would have heard it as well. "He wasn't always a bastard, when my mum was around he was a great dad. But when she died, he changed. Grief took over him and he became violent toward me. Told me constantly that he wished I wasn't around, that I wasn't his. That it was my fault his grief wouldn't let go of him because I looked so much like her. He'd lose his temper regularly and hit me, would leave me alone for days on end to fend for myself, then one day he just got up and walked out. His last words to me were "I can't live in a house where the kid looks like the only woman and person I could ever love" and that was it. Never saw him again. I was in the house alone for a week until my best mate Sam found out and told her parents, who as I mentioned before, adopted me" she explained. 

She then leaned down to her new bag and pulled out the photograph of when she was only seven years old with her mother to show just how much she looked like her. The likeness from her hair to her face shape and skin tone was uncanny. The only difference between them was the fact her mother's eyes were more bright turquoise compared Kay's grey blue eyes. She handed him the photo, before going on, "it's said I got my eyes from him more as his were grey than blue, but otherwise, he wasn't wrong about me looking like her." she said. "But that wasn't anywhere near the worst of what I endured growing up" she added, "When I had to do therapy because my adoptive parents were worried for my mental state, my therapist...well...let's just say he abused his power of being the adult and seeing children one on one...if ya catch my drift" She trailed off, still finding even now that she couldn't just say easily 'he abused me and other children'.