Why?…. Why did he have to ask me the one thing he has no right to speak about? The one thing his ruthless father did that destroyed my life forever. If not for his father, a young child like me wouldn't have been exposed to the harsh reality of life by my stepmother and stepsister.
So why!!? Why was he f*****g asking me?
“You have no right to ask me such,” anger surges through my veins. I can feel my face already contouring with rage.
“Why?” He tilts his head a little. “Did I f*****g strike a cord?” His lips curl up, a nasty smile plays on them.
My blood boils and my hand raises about to smack his cheek but he holds my forearm in the air. Maliciously laughing.
My teeth gnash as my body trembles. “You are worse than….” My voice halts in my throat. I shut my eyes momentarily trying to c
