Emma’s POV
Slap!
A gust of wind whips at my hair, dad slaps my face again, and I can see a jagged scar slashed across his face, from ear to jaw.
Dad is crazy, he is literally losing his mind.
The light glints on the knife in his hand, I drop my bag and run. And in an instant, a hand wraps around my hair and pulls.
I cry out in pain and I go flying backward. My head hit the pavement, My head—it feels like it is split open.
"You little bitch." He curses.
Dad seizes my ankle, but I kick back with my feet.
Stumbling to my feet, I fight the dizziness that grabs at me but can’t hold on.
Gosh, this sadistic man is my dad! My stomach churns in disgust.
"Well, well. You look pretty as always, Emma." Dad's creepy voice makes me sick. "If I sell your body to some rich men, I'd get tons of
