Greer
“Here, brat,” The tall man with the bald head says as he throws a sandwich at me. “Eat that. I can’t have you dropping dead on me just yet.” He laughs and then drops a bottle of water on the mattress I’m sitting on.
It makes me cringe. He is such a scary man with dark eyes, big muscles, and scars on his hands.
“I have a friend coming over. You will keep your damn mouth shut. Because if you make one sound, I’ll break every bone in your body! Do you understand me?”
I don’t answer him fast enough, and he grabs my face in his hand. I gasp, and my eyes widen in fear. I don’t want him to hurt me again.
“I said: Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I try not to cry when he shoves me away from him.
“Good. Don’t push me today, girl. I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.” He la
