Die, Mia

Mia was stunned to see her father there—what was he doing there? Why had he come? Her heart beat erratically against her chest. Then it hit her—it was that time of year again.

Arnold Thompson would usually visit his children's school in the middle of every year to pay their fees and check on their academic progress with the principal.

Mia's father raised his hand and struck her across the face once more. The entire class gasped at the shocking sight.

"Why is he hitting her?"

"What did she do this time?"

If Mrs. Babington hadn't intervened quickly, Mia's father would have hit her again.

"Please, sir, let's not do this here," she pleaded.

Barbara, who had been watching with a smug expression from the classroom door, hurriedly rushed to her husband's side and held his arm.

"Darling, it's true. Let's go to Mrs. Babington's office to resolve this. I know you disowned Mia for a reason, but this is too much. Let's just go," she urged, tugging at his arm.

After glaring at Mia for a moment, t