Tamed by the Beast:His little Doll

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bedroom door, my heart pounding violently as if it might burst. I swallowed hard, my phone in my hand. I looked straight ahead, my chest

kept my eyes fixed forward, pretending I didn't see them. I kept walking to the stairs

night in my thoughts? Who saw that I always pretend to survive? At that momen

n my chest. I approached the front door, my hand touching the latch hesitantly, my hea

verything

oice-rose angrily, echoing throug

l dream of coming back here again. Bu

but didn't turn back. Then came Carlos

She'll end up with that effeminate bastard who always comes

ntempt. Next to him was Jessica, her eyes swollen from crying, trying to hold back a trembling lip, furrowing he

ped closer to Ashford and stood in front of him, looking straight into

en if I knew I would die out there, I wouldn't return. Enough. I have been humiliated and mocked for too long.

ars threatening to break free again. I spo

. And it doesn't matter if you call me your daughter or not. I never felt like your daughter anyway. And k

cating

rough, tense voice, tr

me angry... Go b

ear burned in my eye, silently falling down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away with my shaking hand, opened the

t-up pain from my lashes. I hurried away from the house, my hand deep in my coat pocke

key in the other pocket, placed my hat on my trembling head, and started walking through

on a bench, took out my phone again with a trembling hand, gasped softly as I wiped my tears once more. I looked at the name on the s

d, I whispered

ax

scared, tremb

d? What's that soun

a choked voice

. I couldn't stay there...

seconds, then quickly

are you? Tell me, I'll be

. He told me he'd come soon. I hung up, sitting silently. My sobs calmed a little, but my breath

the night was spreading its darkness, but the park lights were enough to see faces and hear sounds. Chi

ause I never had th

o those places and left me behind. I was the youngest, a child... left alone at home with a

ving fun, while I waited inside, no one cared. When they returned, no one noticed I was gone, as if I didn't exist. I was small, and my father was the

am not

in my room, scared something would happen to him. I didn't calm down until the next day when I heard the nanny say they'd be back, and s

same when I'm t

, they are my family. It's enough for me that they're okay. My heart cannot hate them, no matter what th

out a mother, but it was harder for me. The only thing I hate..

t's o

well and hope no harm comes to them. I don't know if

m, because my presence only