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.

am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together,” I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer. I wasn’t even allowed to be seen

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 when I can’ t even trust my

and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It

door to my bedroom.

spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him that made me push back and cover my body with my

f*uc*k are you doing here?” I yelled, sticking

and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up.”

hungry eyes. But that’s what confused

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

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

screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I

walked out of the

and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without getting

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

own the place,” he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn’t matter to me. My entire

way to the exit

minutes before I dropped my bag