Tanya’s POV
The sharp knock on the door rings again, accompanied by a greasy voice, "It’s Rick."
My heart sinks with that sound. My first reaction is to run away, but this is my home, and where can I escape? I huddle in the corner of the living room as if that would make Rick unable to see me.
“Welcome Mr. Rick,” Alina greets the fat p*****t with a very bright smile. “We’ve been expecting you.”
“Well,” he cackles. “I’m here and I hope I’m not too late.”
“No, Rick,” Richard says, his voice reeking of indifference as though he is bored and would rather be somewhere. “Come, let’s get this over with.”
“Oh, there’s my bride,” Rick laughs. I know I shouldn’t cry, I shouldn’t show my cowardice in front of Rick, but when I muster up my courage to glare at Rick, my tears still fall from my ey
