46. Heart

Moon’s pov

“Daddy, I’m home!”

A loud growl came from somewhere in the packhouse. Would he come here or would he hide like the coward he I and attack me when I least expected it.

“Come out, come out.” I taunted, “your long lost daughter is here for a reunion. Don’t you want to see your “little helper” before you die?”

He ran down the stairs and stood in front of me, a look of disgust on his face.

“A little cockroach would be a better name, you just won’t die.” He spat out.

Evil man, I had called him. And he was, evil. But I wasn’t scared like I used to be. When I looked at the man I thought was my father for all these years, I felt disgusted, disappointed and anger.

He wasn’t as scary anymore now that he couldn’t control me.

Norman looked at the freshly healed mark on my neck. “To be tied to a murderous crazy bitch like you, Raider must have been so desperate.”

“You did that, not me. You forced me to kill.” I growled.

Norman laughed, an evil laugh that boomed through the hallw