Crack.
Grandpa looked back at me, finally noticing my intense stare.
Only he is capable of making that kind of decision. So now, I can't deny it anymore. I've been sold off again by the same person.
Crack. Crack.
I am dead sure that I'm imagining it, but my chest felt so tight I've begun to hear cracking sounds.
Surprise, annoyance, indignation, and lastly guilt. His face flashed those emotions every time Aunt Ingrid and Alexa opened their mouths.
They're blabbering—I know they are—but I'm unable to make out the words because, frankly, my pulse may be a bit off—maybe severely off.
Anger, utter disdain, and disappointment are clouding my ability to judge. And I'm standing by sheer willpower.
"Alexa!" My Dad roared at her. Something that he's never done, especially not in public. Not even Jasper's dick going God-knows-where got him roaring like that.
