100. Lying

Brielle Clarke

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Looking at the man that birthed me, I was supposed to feel hate. I was supposed to despise him, but the only thing I could feel was fear.

My mind immediately traveled to the times when I was younger and wasn’t allowed to enter his office. Disregarding that rule always ended up in me having a sore body from being whipped.

I gritted my teeth. While my father was harsh on all of us, I feel he hated me more. For some reason, he liked seeing me in pain. He reveled in my fear. He fed on it.

From the small smirk on his face, I could tell he knew I was still scared. I shook my head. I was no longer under him. I had no reason to be scared of him. He wouldn’t hurt me. He couldn’t hurt me. I wouldn’t give him that power.

I relaxed my stiff body, reminding myself that Maxim was still out there and he had killed men for touching me. It was sick to admit but my father wasn’t any different.

I cut down the shyness and there was a new air of confidence around me as I looked him in