He is Mine to Keep
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"But father I love him and I won't stop loving him please try and understand" I say with tear running down to my chin.
"Keep Quite ! you will call thus 'thing' of your off now and now Elicia I won't have a slutty useless daughter" he say merciless and anger. I knew I shouldn't have told him I just got so ecxited.
"Dear calm down" my mom says in her angelic voice but us heard on deaf ears as my dad is still holding my hand tightly. That's gonna cause a bruise.
"But fath-" I got cut of from a painful sting on my cheek and a realize my dads hand is up near my face.
OMG did he just slap me ?!
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