LAYLA I couldn't do anything in this house. I didn't find anything that could keep me sane except for a book. My mind has been locked up in this book all day. It was peaceful now that he was not home. I wonder why Dad wants to see him? My mind trailed back to the slap that Damien landed on my face. I should tell Dad. I grabbed my phone and dialled my Dad's number. It rang twice before he picked up. "Hey, Dad," I started. *My princess, what's the matter?* he asked. I sighed on the phone. *Is there a problem, baby?* he asked. I gulped. I should just say it. "Damien slapped me," I spilt. He went silent. I heard a sigh. *I knew something bad was gonna happen,* he said. I sighed. "I'm so sorry, baby, but I promise you he will never lay a hand on you ever again," he said. I frowned at his words. "What do you mean by that?" I asked. He sighed. *He told me.....indirectly.....I could tell from his face that he had done something wrong,* he said. He felt bad? *We'll meet up tomorrow,
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