ELENA'S POV
"You are not my daughter and you'll never be." He roared, throwing a table that he had lifted off of the ground without any strain or difficulty.
Yes I wasn't his daughter and I will never be. It was my step father. Him being in my last for the last few years before I left his and my mother's house made me almost forgot what a complete family looks like; what it felt like and how safe it could be when you are surrounded with family.
My father dying was one of the worst day of my life. I thought I was going to die—it never happened.
"You disgust me. You are disgusting. You make me want to puke up my lunch. Nobody is going to have anything good to do with your filthy self. You have no good use to me, to anyone. You will never find anyone who is going to love or cherish you because you don't deserve it one bit." He roared again.
