Elena’s POV:
Something hard slammed against the door.
I gasped awake, my body jerking at the impact. My limbs were stiff, my neck felt sore. For a moment, I didn’t understand why—until I realized I’d fallen asleep right by the door.
The heavy thud came again, this time pushing the wooden frame inward.
Then I saw him.
My father.
He shoved the door open with so much force that it barely missed hitting my legs. His towering figure filled the doorway, eyes blazing with rage.
“You dimwit,” he spat, his voice thick with disgust. “All you do is cause more problems.”
Before I could react, he lunged forward. His rough hand wrapped around my arm, yanking me up so hard that my shoulder nearly popped. Pain shot through me, but I bit my lip, refusing to cry out.
His grip tight
