••• Isabella’s POV •••
I didn’t have to touch my cheek to know she had once again made it bleed. The coppery scent of blood entered my nostrils, and I felt liquid trickling down, wetting my cheek. The stings and throbbing pain were also enough of a tell-tale.
Fortunately, with Lacy already in my life, I knew the wounds would heal soon.
Still, the way she just slapped me the moment she saw me made me angry.
“I heard you haven’t been home for a few days,” she accused me. “Where did you go? Did you w***e out yourself like those sluts your father brought home?”
My eyes widened in shock, and my jaw hung open.
A slut? A w***e?
How… How could a mother say such a thing to her daughter?
“Are you even my mother?” I growled.
She became even more furious and struck my other cheek. It wasn’t
