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.

under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer.

a father could treat his daughter like

under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so unsafe

door to my bedroom.

room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him

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

afraid. I’m just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up.” He whispered, taking a step into the bathroom but doing it

eyes. But that’s what confused him, and I was able to kick him out of my bathroom. I locked the door and blocked it with my body weight

can’t even take care of your father’s simplest desires?” He yelled

screamed, giving up on staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so

screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the room after

slipped into my clothes and walked out

going to 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 caught. And by the time he comes home, I will be long

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

has to satisfy my thirst. They cannot just live here and act like they own the place,” he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn’t matter to me.

way to the exit

for another few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in