Don't Call Me, Daughter: Science Fiction

"Don't call me, daughter," he said, placing his hands on my shoulders. "The picture will remind me." I wasn't even in the picture, but I knew why, and I knew why he didn't want calls. Any leverage, any leverage at all, and I might be in danger. The picture was just of a beach, with an outcropping of rock to one side. When I was six, I'd climbed there and fallen and skinned my knee, but I didn't cry, and I wouldn't go back up to the house. I'd stuck my lower lip out and insisted that we had to stay and have fun. And against all the odds, we had. When we went back, the doctor took one look and said that I needed stitches. My dad was embarrassed and proud at the same time. And that was the way it went. I was stubborn and wouldn't let go. So when my dad called me out of the blue, twenty years after he left, I knew something was very wrong. And because I hadn't answered the phone--

Inspiration: "Daughter" - Pearl Jam
Story Potential: High
Notes: Think it's pretty much all there in the story....