Chapter 169: A DARK PARTY 3

The same room, the same feeling from before only that this time, I was more broken. I was tired of fighting for myself. All my hopes we're shattered into million pieces, there was no escape from this turture.

I wouldn't be surprised if he kills me. I was tired of crying, tired of going through the same turture over and over again not knowing when all this will end.

I still could not believe what he said. There was no way I belonged to this man, right? I swear I would hig Dad hard the next time I see him for doing this to me. How dare he? This sufferings, this turturing, are all bacause of him.

I was fine before, I never asked for his help in the first place. I was fine with him leaving us behind, even if most times I did miss him genuinely. Now I thought of everything, I was stupid to miss him.