e's
o sleep. But I could not. Every night, I was haunted
e was a cause behind Fathe
that you don't
e up just because I
at... Don't mind, please. It'
eated on him and I'm
eyes and dirty blond hair. But you don't. You have brun
few things in common with Mother, but I had nothing in common with Father. Father, Draven, and M
in other ways, I had a completely different structure. This time, I truly w
ith cold air to expel all of my misery. Things were becoming more complicated. I
hat day, I had been carrying a knife with me. So in case Draven or Father tried to sell me to
in. Whenever it rained, I would go up to the roof and sit there for as long as I could without being seen. No one was there to
o go and see why he was behaving like that. In these situations, I stayed as far away from Fathe
ast, if I slept, I would not have
ddenly the door of my room burst open, and before I kne
money. Ask h
rom his clutches. Both of them together... I was so dead tonight
ith a belt. But when his voice was cold, he was the most ruthless. The last time he said something like this to me, he shoved my hand into the fireplace an
er taken their money, not even for once, not when I needed to buy tampons in
in the second drawer of my table
N
felt as if the bone there had broken as a result of the sudden
was certain now that Draven was
ammer, in the throes of agony. I cough
ther! That whore!
m not lying!" I shouted, not ca
n said and pulled my hair so hard that I f
slowly. "She will learn her lesso
hat he was talking about, I did not want to believe it. He could not truly
pay?" Draven asked, not loo
er two hours,"
en said as if he was talking about
grow the business more," Father
talking
se you as a business tool. What's that body of yo
the prospect of losing my
o.
If you can't come to use,
come back, I swear," I said q
y do you think I kept you aliv
I yelled. "I would rather di
little slut!" Draven hissed a
wrong. Then why are you doing this to me?" I said de
ed into my ear. "You
e had done to me. Maybe my hand was a little faster than my intelle
dare
corner of the bed. To my greatest fortun
meone wants
le. I was certain it was someone who
to hear her stupid screams," Father said, glanc
eleasing my hair and exiting the room
op. The voices downstairs were very low. I had no idea who had shown up or what they were discussing. Not many p
irs. I laid down and pretended to sleep so I would not
ome down
ul, which was unusual to hear. She
asked, su
er roughly. Her grip was not as tight as Fath
it?" I as
ght me downstairs into the living room. I glanced at the place a
ere; there was another man,