“My Father Beat Me Bloody While My Daughter Watched — But That Was the Last Time I Ever Let Them Control Me”

for love, had died.

I sat up slowly.

I wiped the blood from my chin.

And then I smiled.

Not with warmth.

Not kindly.

A cold, silent smile that made my father take half a step back.

—Not tonight, Dad—I said. —Tonight you’re leaving.

**Chapter 2: The Red Folder**

Leonard burst out laughing.

“Are you going to call the police?” she mocked. “Against yourself? You’re continue reading …