Jillian
Holding my shoulder, I wearily spun around, my eyes bulging in horror when I saw my father standing there with a huge machete in hand. I could see my blood staining the vicious weapon's blade.
"You dare ignore my warning, and return home at this time?" He snarled.
I flinched back, trying my best to scramble away from him. But the violent trembling in my body didn't allow me to move very far.
He suddenly advanced forward, snatching me by the shirt to slam my back against the nearest cupboard. I released a strangled cry when this made my wound ache even more.
His face was now right in front of mine, resembling that of the devil with those bulging crazed eyes and those red veins all around his irises. All my pain became non-existent in the face of the thick fear which engulfed m
