Jillian
The last three days since my father returned felt like hell. I was hoping to give myself time to recover before going to school. I couldn't walk without limping heavily and I looked like a mummy with all the bandages wrapped around my body. But staying home was a terrible idea. My father seemed constantly in a sour mood and he took to venting out his frustration on me and my mother. Even when I tried asking him about Dan, he got angry, saying it wasn't my place to ask him questions, then he hit me again. My wounds never got a proper chance to recover before more were added. I thus decided to head back to school. I would just invent an excuse for my injuries.
I was moving around the kitchen, forcing my aching body to prepare dinner when my house phone started ringing. I hastily p
