Every step that Dawn took drained the life out of her, the familiar chill of coming back to her father's presence was a thorn to her flesh.
She shouldn't have come back...she didn't want to. But life didn't exactly give her a choice, and every available option led back to him.
She fought back the burning urge to cry, to bury herself into the pit of frustration and despair. As she entered the mansion again, she realized her life would never be the same.
And if ever she wishes to survive this, she has to be what he makes and never utter a word of disagreement.
"Look who is back." George's deep heavy voice thundered from up the stairs, his deep piercing brown eyes stared daggers into her flesh as he c****d his head to the side.
"If not the prodigal daughter herself." He muttered. Anger f
