Aida~


    "WHAT THE F---- DO YOU THINK YOU''RE DOING EATING MY FOOD" s..sorry I mutter as I move my hands to cover my head. Please, don''t hit me I whisper, but my father raises his hand and slaps me. I feel blood start rushing in my mouth, I try to stand up but my legs feel like Jell-O. I slightly turn my head and see my mom popping a bottle of wine.I roll up in a ball as my dad throws punch after punch, STOP I yell my dad freezes and without a word he drags me to my "room" that consistent of nothing but some texts books and a small rug. He throws me in the room and locks the door. I just lay there on the floor crying and only one thing crosses my mind, ~Vincent~! He struggles way more then me, so why am I crying? I''m such  a baby.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!