"Stop crying, you little brat."
The walls seem to close around me as my father advances on me. His stare is calculated and unforgiving. He's going to hurt me again. He's going to hurt me because I'm crying over Mom.
"You're weak just like her," he spits. "Weak and pathetic."
My breathing quickens, and my heart pounds so fiercely that I'm scared it will break free from my rib cage. My tears keep falling even when I try to stop them. He's going to punish me for my tears; if they keep falling, he will make this worse.
The more I try to stop, the more I think about her. The more I feel terrified of my father. My mom is gone, and I'm left with this monster.
It's nothing but hell living with him. He's so cold that the air around me seems to freeze.
I flinch as he stops before me, carrying a cane so big I know it will slice through my skin like a knife.
"Father, please," I try on choked sobs. "Please, I'll stop."
"I said, stop crying."
He looms over me with no warmth in his eyes. His stare is cruel and empty, a stare that scares me.
He scares me.
"Take your shirt off," he commands. "Now."
I fumble with the hem of my shirt, terrified of what he might do if I don't obey his commands.
His face twists with pure anger. Rage. He's nothing but a monster in a pressed suit.
"Emotions make you weak," he snarls. "You will not be weak; you will not be like her."
He steps behind me, and without warning, he brings the cane down again and again.
Each strike burns with searing pain, and my body trembles as I cry. I beg him to stop, but he doesn't.
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King of Havoc - Dark Romance
Storie d'amoreHe's trapped me in his sights. Waiting to consume me. He wants to awaken the darkness inside me. Possess it and own me. Damon West is bad news. He might appear charming on the outside. But that's only a mask he wears to hide the true predator inside...