Cassiopeia Nyx
"Hey... Hey," he whimpered, reaching out to touch me, but I flinched automatically. He retracted his hand immediately, letting it rest awkwardly on the edge of the table before speaking. "I won't let him hurt you, Angel."
I listened to him. I knew my father was afraid of him; I also knew my father looked up to him. But still, I just couldn’t help it—the fear that rushed through my body and the tears that gathered in my eyes. My body felt hyper-aware, skin prickling as if my father were standing right behind me at this very moment, ready to pounce and rip me apart.
I couldn’t reply, and my hands found their way back to my lap, the food before me suddenly losing its taste and appeal. From the corner of my eyes, I could see his hands twitch as if trying to comfort me, but h
