Helen POV
I duck to avoid the slap that I know is coming.
My father has been down here every night since Russo ran off, leaving me behind. He can’t contain his rage anymore. He’s furious with me for being such a disappointment of a daughter.
He knew I didn’t kill Diana and I’m still suffering for her death. If anything, I feel so bad for my sister. She was a tool used by my father and my step-mother to forever torment me. She was tool, a weapon, and she died because of them.
Not because of me.
His next slap connects and I collapse onto my chest.
“f**k,” he snarled, panting through his exasperated sighs. “I can’t win with you, can I? You just never stop fighting me, Helen. You have to break eventually.”
I spit to clear my lungs, the blood splattering against his boots. He hissed
