I woke up thinking I was still in my room on my comfortable bed, but the cold floor brought me to the realization that my Father had kidn*pped and beat me up the previous day.
I sat up noticing a small window that brought light to the room, not much light because the window was small.
My head snapped to the stairs when the door was flipped open.
"Come here!" Anthony's cold voice echoed in the room, and when he saw that I wasn't making any move the match to me and scoop me up dragging me out.
"Clean your mess!" He dropped me harshly on the wooden floor where I had been the previous day, the floor was still covered with my dried blood. I stare at the floor nonchalantly annoying the hell out of Anthony.
"I said clean your f*****g mess!" He yelled, somehow I flinched inwardly.
"Where
