Daphne’s POV
I stormed into my room, my anger palpable. My heels hit the floor with a sharp click, the sound echoing through the space.
As I shut the door, behind me my breathing stopped short. That's when I saw him. My dad is sitting in that chair by the window, its high back looming up behind him.
I looked at him nervously “Dad, what are you doing here?”
The storm in his eyes was pretty unnerving. It was like the temperature in the room dropped when he figured out what I'd been up to. You could say I was busted and the look he gave me made me feel more guilty.
Before I could speak, the crack of his hand across my cheek split the silence, he slapped me for the first time..
My head jerked sideways, a rush of heat flooding my skin. I looked at him shocked knowing he had never hit me l
