Tessa
“I want alone time with Theresa,” my father says.
Alfred nods and begins stepping away.
“Father! What are you doing?” I ask, stepping forward.
“I just told you that he knows the truth? That he has the video!”
He hits me across the face, making me stutter backwards. Alfred halts and turns back towards us, his eyes lingering on me.
My father hits me again, louder this time around.
“Shut up! This game of yours will lead you nowhere!”
“But…” I try to speak and he hits me again. “Father!” I say as I raise my head but he slaps me again.
I throw my gaze at Alfred who is just standing and looking at me, though his eyes look wounded.
He swallows and turns his back, then hurries out.
*****
Water splashes on my face. I jerk awake, gasping and blinking at the morning light spilling
