Isabella's POV-
I groaned and got out of bed and looked at my clock. 7 AM. I don't know why he cant make his own food.
I walked down stairs and began making breakfast. I made my dad's food and coffee and placed it on the table.
He walked down with his suit and briefcase and took a sip of his coffee..
" Morning Isabella." He spoke.
I heard him but I didn't respond.
I felt a sharp pain across my face.
" I said Morning!" He yelled.
" Mor-"
" No shut up!" He yelled making me jump.
He left and slammed the door.
I cried on the kitchen floor, after a while I stood up and clean up then got dressed for school.
I put on my black skinny jeans with a red crop top that said " SHUT UP Or get smacked." with a white top under it, I did my hair in a neat bun, I grabbed my beats and phone and book bag and left the house to school.
