MARIANA'S P.O.V.
"I hope you're happy!" Dad yelled, his eyes wide with anger. He was seething, his chest heaving. I was sitting next to the floor with my mother, who was lightly trembling, her hands clenched together as she begged on my behalf.
I swallowed, my lips quivering. This particular scene felt like something I had experienced many times before. Maybe because I have. Maybe because seeing my mum on her knees eyes, begging my father was nothing new. Maybe because I was so used to watching him beat her up, scar her so many times, this didn't scare me as much.
She had become accustomed to the fear that I saw her flinch even when I move too fast, or I raise my voice slightly. I opened my eyes, and the tears ran down my cheeks.
I hated that he was right this time, however. I was so
