Lila’s Pov.
I laid flat on my back, staring at the little stars on my ceiling. I’d planted them there several years ago. Back when I was still an immature kid. The stars were pink and horrible but I’d thought they were beautiful back then.
A familiar scream from below me tore my attention from the stars. It was coming from the basement. But I didn’t flinch or worry. A growl of annoyance left my throat as I glanced at the floor.
I’d seen John drag mother there just a while ago, under father’s orders. She must’ve run her mouth at him again. Not that my own predicament was any better.
Another painful scream. Then a whimper.
I shut my eyes, trying to ignore it all.
Last time, it was me inside that basement under father’s mercy. Father had been raging hot after the staged rogue attack
