Never would she have believed that to shut her down, her father was ever going to raise his hands on her.
She saw it clearly, his fingers holding tightly to the picture frame as he approached her. The fear of what he was going to do with it almost made her heart skip out of its cage, but she held still. “Go ahead, hit me!” She yelled out, almost at the same time as she stood.
Charles Stanton halted immediately, surprise evident in his eyes as he watched her challenge him.
“No, do it.” She pressed on, “hit me.”
“Father, is that not what you were about to do?”
The air between them became tense, so much so that Margaret Stanton shifted uneasily in her seat. Clara’s lips that were curved into a smile watching her father almost harass Elise fell downwards.
She stood up, “Father, are y
