𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

21

Discipline, 

Lisa's father always has different etiquette methods to discipline his child. Sometimes he would use his whip, and at times his words are enough. 

She often observes him. Maybe he'd make it clear not to let any emotion unfold but sometimes the Advocate do get caught by his daughter just like a few weeks ago when her father used his whip for a quick moment. She saw how his eyes glossed yet he masked it away just as always. 

A sigh escaped from her lips after almost half an hour of standing in the same stiffening position. It was no fun the way her knees were shaking, breaths quivering with anticipation that it was going nowhere.  

The scratching sound of her father's pen rustling of books made her wonder what he was trying to look through since he never talks about his work for him; 'work only should be discussed outside not at home,' she never knew what case he was currently working on. 

To give her toes relish she slightly moved back, eyes drawn toward the wall clock it was half nine now. 

'She'd probably hate me now. ' she thought, hanging her head low. 

An audible ear-incisive scrape of the chair her father was seating impeded her beliefs; she looked up with a sharp gaze boarded into hers. "Did you think you could hide it from me?" He asked stonily features made her heartbeat rise

He knows something.  But what? Did he know about the kiss with Jennie Or the journal did he read it? Lisa moved back eyes widening worried about what he was speaking of 

"I know everything, Priya." Pride drips in his voice 

He knows. 

Her self-contained backward stride halts the phrases like a strike on her skin; she drops to her knees with a thud! limbs hard to hold her still lips parted shivering in anxiety she looks down placing both of her palms on her knees she swallowed. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have kissed her!" Her slack mouth shrieked  

"Yeah,  You shouldn't have G— what!" 

The bewildered tone of fury caused her to peek her eyes back at her father he was fuming now. "I—

Before she could ask for forgiveness in no time a masculine hand gripped her throat she yelped when her body slammed into the display of the cabinet where her father put all the collection of miniatures he get from his works and shops of antiques 

The glass shattered small tiny shards pieces pierced the blazer she was wearing her back throbbed in pain hands reach in instant to grab his wrist squeezing tightly

"How Dare you Lalisa! Getting a gender disease in my house! " He yells on her face  

She squinted her eyes wriggling from the hold. Within a bit, he leave her, glass pieces scattered on the floor she jerked when she felt it under her palm forcing her legs she moved away  

"Is this why you begged to go there? To be a Dyke! " He yelled in disgust she didn't answer taking a lungful of breath she pulled her legs closer to her chest wrapping her arms around her shoulders 

He waited for her answer then turned his head from his frightened daughter." Get out of sight I don't want to see your face! " 

She didn't move not a bit her chest tightened for air, back arched in pain she never saw this sight of her father he wasn't like this never if he didn't retire his hold from her for a moment she'd have died he d kill her she shook her head away from the thoughts something nice, Something gentle could take them away, eyes she attempted to recall those eyes smooth touches, and  'Jennie'  Her smile she breathes in comfort