Tatiana’s POV
“But it wasn’t me, I swear! Please, dad!” I begged as he dragged me down the stairs.
“When will you get tired of letting those lies fall from your mouth?” he spat.
He dragged me through the living room out to the kitchen not caring that everyone in the pack saw it. Not that it mattered anyway because no one reacted. All they did was look down or continue their conversations, pretending that it didn’t happen.
Everyone… including my mom.
“Mom, please,” I cried but she did like the others and looked away.
“You have disappointed me yet again and this time I won’t stand by and think that you will correct yourself when it clearly isn’t happening.”
“I'm sorry!” I yelled. “I will do better, I promise.”
But he didn’t care. He continued to drag me out the French doors lead
