few strands of my hair behind my ear that had fallen free from my messy bun and stuck to my now wet face. I hadn't realised that

I didn't stop, I couldn't stop sprinting as I knew

going to happen. It was inevitable that I was going to be punished from being late and embarrassing him but I didn't know what punishme

few seconds. It would be selfish to run away and leave my mum at the hands of him, she was only a shell of her former self and I didn't know w

nce. The house was too big, with three stories it was too big for three people but I knew that he likes to show off his wealth and having a big house

gh I had stopped running my entire body ached and burned. My mouth felt dry and fear clawed its way up my throat momentarily choking me as I walked up the

sat on the sofa. I could see the back of his head as three of his work friends sat in front of him. He was holding a glass filled a third of

closed the door behind me. If he hadn't heard me arrive before he had now as I watched his work friends slowly look up

crossing her soft features before they moulded into a look of horror and worry as I focused all my

nd me the sound filled the room followed by a soft, feminine gasp that I knew came from my mum as the glass shattered everywhere. I slowly stood from where I had been crouche

ere my feet had planted themselves to the ground as if stuck in concrete. I knew that

away from me, his posture calm and relaxed but the look on his face was murderou

work and so we all had to stay behind whilst they c

talk that I had to address him as Sir or I would suffer. It was now second nature for 'Sir' to slip onto