Third person’s POVWhen Darcy’s mother knew that her attempt of peacekeeping was not working, she had tried other ways which had also not yielded any futile result. Her husband had come in after the plate incident, his face was red with fury, his hands clenched into fists like he wanted nothing more than to strike them against something, someone.Darcy had hid behind her mother’s floral print dress."We can't afford this," his tone was low, dangerous like a snake about to strike, "you didn't raise your child properly, she is wild and tainted by filth." He spat out each word as if it were poison on his tongue."This is my house, the first home we've ever owned," his words had turned hard and bitter like broken glass laying on the and Darcy felt an ache deep within herself that she hadn't known before."You must be sensible," his eyes were cold, calculating, like those of a scientist about to crack some important scientific truth.He had never referred to her as his daughter, then Darcy c
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