's

why he was calling before going to sleep. Bu

ade me drop the wiper from my hand. I ran out of

h my mind, telling me every possibl

the roadside with our luggage. He was hugging

out. He looked

now? The landlord threw us out of the house

come to bother him every day,

e already have so many problems, wh

d to cry too, I couldn't, 'cause that would b

I'll go and talk

ave. But as soon as the door opened, a sharp, painful slap hit my cheek. In a second, I found myself facing

r house just for tonight, 'cause

. No matter how many times I begged, he only looked at me wi

s feeling didn't matter. What mattered was

. I'm ready to do anything if you l

and he smirked. But that sent a shiver down my s

n your small and soft lips" he said, moving his hand from my chin to my head. It was u

widened when

, like thousands of tiny needles were piercing m

for money. But outside, on this freezing night, my younger brother was sitting alo

instinct, I

me, but just then, the landlord grabbed me, pulled m

ad never experienced

ipped his trousers and pulled out that disgusting thi

be able to do this. Can I

, he delivered a vicious ki

my back hit the floor, I saw him looming above me, immediately sitting down hard

y eyes, but he showed

n. He was still sitting on the r

at did the l

yes, we can stay, but only for one week. A

e quickly helped me bring the luggage back inside. I knew I would never tell him

r. He was furious that I had abandoned my shift and fired me on the spot,

ob, let alone one that paid enough to cover our debts. My

ater, scrubbing every inch of skin the landlord had touche

forced me to swallow. After several minutes of desperate scrubbing and rins

diately pulled me into a hug. He was clearly happy that I hadn't gone back t

at house, but I felt a pang of guilt knowing I had no other cho