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More tears poured down my eyes as I finally raised my head, remembering he had asked me to make meatballs and pasta for him.

He also told me he doesn't want to be late for work, so I better get to work before he started another round of abuse.

I'm already so broken right now, and I don't think I need another round of his hurtful abuses.

I thought as I finally started walking out of the dining room.

I went into the kitchen and started searching for the pasta, which I found after a while, before proceeding to the refrigerator where I saw the meat.

I quickly took some quantity and started my preparation immediately.

More tears welled up in my eyes, but I was quick to blink them back, as I really don't want to start crying again right now.

I needed to prepare this food for him, so I guess I should be focused on doing that and not crying right now.

I have been crying since, but I guess it's high time I stop and face another thing entirely.

There was thinking I needed to do, and that would
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