Tricia's p.o.v
Gone were the days I used to cry my eyes out and hurt so bad...
That's what I thought, but why then was I still in tears.
I had no strength to stand up nor move. My heart was aching badly and it was all that bastard's fault.
A knock on my door made me quickly wipe off my tears.
"Tricia," Father called softly.
I quickly stood up with wobbly legs and rushed to my dressing mirror.
I quickly brushed my hair with my fingers and carefully rubbed my fingers under my eyes a few times.
"Honey are you awake?" He asked.
"Yes, father." I answered then walked to the door and opened it with a smile.
"There you are. My beautiful girl." He whispered while he lifted his hand and brushed it through my hair gently.
"Father, I wasn't expecting you to be here at this hour." I said ner
