“Chelly’s POV”
“I AM YOUR MASTER,” he declared giving me tiny little heart attacks.
I held the washbasin tightly when I felt like I was about to lose balance and fall. I kept biting my lower lip to control the tears.
But, it was of no use, as the tears kept falling down my cheeks to the floor.
My parent’s sold me? So the neighbors were right?
I trusted my dad more than anything but this was what he did?
And why was Eric dreaming of dad and David fighting? Was there any link?
Jack’s words kept echoing in my ears.
“Mommy...” I heard Eric’s voice. Jack pulled his hand from my jaw. It was painful while the marks of his fingers left my cheeks red.
Jack opened the toiled door and left after closing it.
He might hurt my son. I should hurry up to change my clothes.
I washed my fac
