~ A M E L I A ~
I was crying.
My head was pressed on my arms, which were resting on my knees as I was balled up in the corner of the room.
‘Amelia, why are you crying?’ My dad's voice echoed in the empty room.
Looking up to him, my pre-teen eyes glazed with a thousand tears, my voice staggering trying to steady my breath, ‘Th-th-they shoved m-me a-and kicked m-me…’
Dad, kneeling in front of me, huffed a suppressed chuckle, shaking his head, ‘Oh, sweetie, that’s what they do during these fights.’
Shaking my head, ‘I-I don’t w-want to d-do it any m-more…’
He frowned, ‘Really?’
A nod.
He sighed, ‘Very well, if that’s what you want. I got to say though, I never took you for a quitter.’
Pouting, I huffed, ‘I’m not!’
Dad raised a brow.
‘I just don’t want to get hurt like that a
