Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 172

Maura’s POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn’t even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn’t say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

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“Go change and cook for me,” dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

“Ah!” I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

together,” I whispered under the shower, preparing myself

my house. I just didn’t know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane

the water until I began to feel like

door to my bedroom.

the direction of the door. That’s when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty

are you doing here?” I yelled, sticking to the corner

afraid. I’m just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up.” He

that’s what confused him, and I was able to kick him out of my bathroom. I locked the

even take care of your father’s simplest desires?” He yelled from

this. He made a duplicate key

be my father, a father would never look at his daughter like that.” I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left

walked out

leave tonight. f*uc*k him and everything! I will see how he survives without me,” I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without getting

out of my bedroom, looking around and making sure he wasn’t home. Once I was halfway downstairs, I heard some noises coming from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn’t recall ever going into the basement. I stood on the staircase when my father suddenly appeared out of the basement. I hid away from him while watching him lock

place,” he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn’t matter to me. My entire attention was on the basement and what he was doing there, and

his way to the exit and finally

dropped my bag and strolled in