I didn't want to hear him.
His shouts
I didn't want hear her.
Her screams.
I didn't want to hear anything.
My ears are plugged with my trusty earphones. I always had it with me. I couldn't leave the house without it. My hand gripping my phone so hard that I'm not surprised by the bend marks that could be there.
I didn't feel the throbbing pain on my left cheek or that my stomach on the left is bleeding badly. I couldn't feel anything, I didn't want to feel.
How could he? How could he do this to me? I tried to satisfy him. I did everything he told me too.
But he did that to me.
He slapped me.
He cut me.
He did this to me.
To his own daughter.
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Hope's Curvy Life
RomanceHope life was like a broken recorder. Her routine is the same to every last detail. But after a surprise. Hope's life is full of curves. Literally.
