Save me

BENTLEY'S POV

"Shut up." The words barely left my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw shut.

My mother's eyes widened in fear before narrowing in anger. She raised her fist towards my face, prepared to hit me again when suddenly the front door opened and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the house. Both my parents froze, watching intently as my father entered the room with a large stack of papers under his arm. He looked furious.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw our haggard appearances, and the broken vase at our feet. His eyes hardened as he gazed at us. His glare pierced me with so much venom, hatred almost burned the skin of my neck, my chest tightened with anxiety and I quickly dropped my head so my hair covered my face.

"You lowlife, worthless daughter of mine!" My father roared, advancing forward menacingly.

"Why were you even born?!" His fist clenched and unclenched furiously. He stepped forward and grabbed my collar with surprising force.

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