[Vereena]
Never in a million lifetimes, had I thought my father would do something like that. He may not be at my side growing up and seen each other so seldom, but not once he had ever laid his hand on me.
Not until now.
The ghost of his fingers coiling around my throat lingers. Remaining a terrifying reminder of what lengths my father could do just to make things he wanted to happen. Even if it means disregarding his daughter's feelings.
My eyes started to get warm, yet no tears have come forth. The agony flaring in my chest hurts so much that it numbs me completely. I just stayed down on the floor, my hand instinctively cupping the spot where my father had choked me when the door to my chamber suddenly burst wide open.
"Gracious goodness! Child, what happened?"
Mrs. Charlotte's eyes immediately found me next to my bed, instantly dropping to her knees so quickly that I could almost hear her joints cracking in the process.
