Ida's POV

"Look who finally decided to show up" my father, who was supposed to show up tomorrow, stood up from his seat and walked his way towards me in a mocking manner.

"Hello, father. you showed up earlier than expected." I spoke, trying to be as calm as possible and not get on his nerves.

"Where were you?" He asked, placing his huge and disgusting hands on my shoulders. Those hands don't deserve to touch me. These are the very hands that have abused my mother, beat, and kick her till she bled and cried for mercy. These are the very hands that dragged me across the house and placed my feet on broken glass. These are the very hands that have stained our bodies and life.

These are the very hands that have abused me, and this is the very person because of whom I lived like shit and because of whom I never slept peacefully.

"Just school" I look away and clench my fist together, suppressing my anger and disgust towards him, trying to ignore the contact he has on my shoulders.

"Don't you ever think that I don't know" he raises my head to make me look into his eyes, to know and always remember that he knows.

His eyes moved down my neck and land on the locket that Ethan had gifted me for my eighteenth birthday.

I shouldn't have worn it.

I immediately regret my decision to wear it.

"Well, well, well. Look at what I found" he held the locket higher to take a better look "let's see. Uh-huh," he investigates and concludes, "It has your name on it."

I try to answer back, but before I could, he starts to pull the necklace off, and the force makes my body jolt.

The chain snapped, and the locket was now in the hands of the man I despise.

Curse any man like him!

I rubbed the back of my neck to try and ease the area where the chain had applied pressure.

"I don't think you could have afforded this," he held the locket high. "God forbid! Are you working as a prostitute now?" He insults.

"No!" I say or rather scream at the disgusting words coming from him.

"Oh well whatever," he shrugs and throws the locket aside.

"Anyways, your mother and I will be leaving tomorrow morning." he says and heads out of the kitchen, leaving me in complete shock.

Is he taking my mother away from me?

"Wait," I say in a commanding tone for him to stop and not walk away

"why?" I slightly tear up.

"Why what? Just a trip." he shrugs and puts his hands in the pockets of his loose jeans. I notice a small tattoo saying 'ACE' on his right hand, but decide to ignore it.

"When will she come back?" I ask.

"I don't know," he drags "maybe never" He made contact with me from under his lashes.

The words he spoke so casually made me crazy and on the verge of a breakdown.

"Where are you taking her?" I shout furiously and put no effort to stop my eyes from watering any further.

He comes closer and stops inches away from me, "You don't need to know, and keep your voice down when you talk to me."

I raise my head high and spit, "you deserve it. You piece of shit."

In a matter of seconds, his hand cracks across my face, snapping it back with the force of his blow, leaving my head to reel sickeningly as it slams into the wall behind me.

My mother comes rushing in at the noise, and stops my so-called father from coming any closer to me. Within seconds my mind starts swirling, and I start to stagger before darkness takes over, and I fall.

The next morning I get up to only find the house completely silent.

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Uh oh this is bad, real bad 🥴

So I was wondering...how will you answer someone when they ask-
Tell us about yourself.
Or
Who are you?

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