ELLEI wasn't sure if it was the first time Evans hurt me as a kid, but it was the first time I realized I didn't have a man as a father, but a monster.I remember it so clearly, even though I wish I didn’t.I was four years old, my small legs dangling from the chair that felt too big for me, a plate of food in front of me that I couldn’t finish fast enough. My father’s voice thundered over me, sharp and angry.“Eat faster, Elle! Don’t waste my time!”His tone made my chest tighten, and before I even realized it, I felt the warmth spread beneath me. Shame hit me like fire, and I froze, staring down at the puddle forming on the seat—slowly dropping to the floor.I had wet myself.The next sound that was heard in the house was the crack of his palm against my cheek. My tiny head whipped to the side, the sting burning across my skin. I burst into tears, the world blurring through the flood of them.“Disgusting,” he spat. He yanked me off the chair, his grip cruel around my arm. I whim
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