Married to the Son :Owned by the Father

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me. He wrapped it gently, handed it over with a warm smile. I smile

eather turned bad. But I dragged my feet, put it off for a few minutes. And now, h

My funeral's probably be

trying to shield it from the downpour. The rain only grew

s always. Fu

and I went down hard on my knees. The box slipped from my hands

about it-the cake

't face another shock. So I picked

or, I was greeted by the f

m, you stubborn brat? Didn't you look outside? Didn't I warn you about

with rage. I stammered nervously, "I ran back as

ide, slamming the door behind us. Pain li

fuck's sake! You look l

covering myself. I'd always dress

my wife's bi

n the box. I caught

't mean to.

curling in disgust. "Admit it bef

y whole body started

I fell. The box just slipped...

harp voice cut in from b

irthday celebration because your i

"Don't worry, babe. Let

He licked his lips like he was tryin

uined, you us

onestly, my fune

rry...

s already in the air. Then-crack. The slap lande

nother one? Maybe the

rs streamed down both cheeks, b

up? Stop acting like some little girl

ine. The ritu

n't waste your energy on a girl who clearly doesn't deserve

trembling fingers. He

adding some fresh bruises to that weak

as he gripped my chin harshly

.. don't

dn't

stairs to the attic. He shoved me inside like garb

"I'll go easy on you-for once. After all, you didn't ar

ts for gym class. His wife found out-she was sno

s time," he sneered. "My

ut he bent down in front of me, gett

've obeyed me. But you don't know how t

pped my jaw so hard it f

fe. Because you're ca

mean to..." I whispe

"Don't backtalk me, Rosalie. One day, I will kill you

ed for being born. He always blamed me for our mother's death-said I kille

muttered coldly. "I sho

Hard. His hand came down on mine with a brut

pecially when you talk to me. You'd better memorize my

time, he slapped the corner of my

ing. Let's hear wh

away red. My chest shook. The sobs

ve to go to school. Why di

ws you're a filthy little bitch who gets what she d

a fucking cage. And he's

s back to when we were kids. Whe

not leaving this room. And don't piss of

his pocket, and left. The do

I was s

ke this for

ter. Just silence and aching bones. He only lets me use the bat

my homework bef