“Father. Please,” Avery begged. All she asked for was to visit the grave of her mother so she could say her final goodbye. Her entire body ached from the whipping a week ago. Every single movement sent waves of pain through her body, but Avery kept her mouth tightly shut. She refused to give anyone around her the satisfaction of seeing her tears, nor seeing her broken. For the sake of her mother, she aimed to show everyone her strength despite being marked as a weakling.
“I am not your father. Don’t ever call me that again,” he shouted at her as his heavy hand landed on her cheek, sending her straight to the ground. Avery didn’t say a word. Instead, she collected herself and in a few seconds, she stood firmly back on her feet the same as before he hit her, stubbornness written in her eyes
