Her head slamming into the kitchen cabinet, Cynthia Alderson felt the blood gushing from her nose. This time she knew he was going to kill her.Grabbing her wrist brutally, Greg Cavendish ignored her cries of pain. He hated the pathetic way she whimpered when she pissed him off. Slamming her against the kitchen door, he wanted her to shut up and give him a few moments peace.
She glanced up at Greg's imposing form towering above her and then at her Mum lying propped up by the refrigerator. She really wanted to make him stop hurting her. Despite the aching pain in her head, she eased herself to her feet and tried making herself appear defiant despite the tears soaking her face.
Greg turned, wondering why the little b***h couldn't learn her place. He smashed his clenched fist against her chi
