Briella
Nothing had changed. One glance around my family home and I could tell. My father was asleep, drunk in his favourite threadbare chair. The curtains were pulled tightly across the window so not a peak of sunshine could be seen.
It was like he hadn't even noticed I had been gone. Which was a very real possibility.
I hesitated, leaning against the door to the den and just stared at him.
I needed to get out of that house. Out from under his thumb. If I was really going to start my life fresh, then I needed a clean break. My own apartment, a new job. Friends…
Tommy's warm hand curled around my hip, drawing me backwards against him. He didn't say a word as he gazed over my shoulder at my sperm donor.
“I can take you somewhere else,” he whispered, his lips grazing my ear.
I wan
