Chapter 16: THE JOHNSON's.

~The next morning~

Sophia's whole body was weak as she turned on the floor.

No, it was soft. It's on the bed.

"How did I get here?" She murmured and yawned lazily as she remembered the last night.

He probably carried her here after doing his worst.

Yeah, Ice Pick did.

‘But why?’ She wondered as a sob escaped her lips.

Did he hate her that much to do that to her?

Were her father's debts that huge to punish her this way?

"Ha!…" She groaned as she made to sit up from the bed.

"Oh, Christ…" She hissed and rested her body back.

It felt like a stone was hammered all around her body. Her bones sour.

She had developed a fever and was sour all over, even her inner thighs as she gave up on leaving the bed and curled onto her blanket.

Just then Ice Pick walked into the room.

Hatred — that was all Sophia felt at the moment.

She felt like seeing a knife at that very moment and stabbing him to death.

The hatred in her eyes was clearly written that even a blind man could read it but Ice Pic