Falsely Accused.
NATASHA'S POV:-
My father turned away from me and wrapped his hands above his chest casually. "I prayed for you to die wherever you were. But I should have known that I was not lucky enough for that to happen. I just wish you would have killed yourself instead of coming back home." Dad spoke casually and I choked on my own breath. The pain in my chest started to grow stronger. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight.
My father, the man I was supposed to trust blindly, was praying for my death. They had been cruel to me since I was born. But I never let that fact become a reason for me to hate him, or my mother for never defending me. Or my family for hating me for only God knows what reason.
I never thought that one day, I would be hearing my father say
