Brenda stood frozen in fear, Damien’s hand had collided with her cheek, leaving a stinging sensation that echoed through the room. She wanted to scream, to retaliate, but something inside her told her to keep quiet. Brenda needed to get out of the house, she needed to go to school. She had a test that afternoon, and she couldn’t afford to miss it. She ignored her instinct anyway and walked out of the room too. Brenda wanted to let Damien know what she had in mind, but she knew that she had to tread carefully, for one wrong move could mean another slap or worse.Brenda followed Damien, their footsteps echoing through the hallway. “Damien, I’m tired of this,” she began, her voice shaking with anger. “I’m tired of the way you treat me, like I’m some kind of possession. I have feelings, Damien. I have needs.”Damien turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury. “Shut up, Brenda. You know you deserve that slap. How dare you cheat on me with that Alfred guy? You’re lucky I don’t kill you
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