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,