“The choice is your princess. But don't even think about leaving me. As for our parents, I will take care of that when the time comes.”He says as he starts the car again.
“I don't want to.” I say in a small voice, still breathing heavily.
“That's not a choice, princess.” He says.
I keep quiet, trying to process everything and thinking straight.
“Also, you are going to be with me in school. I don't want any boys around you, love, so I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to any boys unless necessary. Otherwise, I won't mind teaching them a lesson.” He says coldly.
I gulp feeling nervous not knowing why.
After 20 minutes, he pulls up in front of our house. Sitting still, I don't know what to say or do. Suddenly, I feel clothing on my hand. I look at my hands only to find a black jack
