“Are you listening, child?” Charles demanded. His eyes narrowed in a glare. The fingers of his right hand tapped angrily on the steering wheel while his left hand rested on his thigh, clenched into a fist in a show of his constant displeasure with her.
Aleah tried her best not to fidget in her seat or to press herself against the passenger door in an attempt to create more space between them. Charles was a bully and if there was something she knew about bullies, they relished in a show of fear from their victims. She wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.
Her face still held the evidence of his last slap, which was now well covered up with makeup so the rest of the world wouldn’t know her grandfather had a mean temper and a quick hand. She didn’t need a repeat performance of what h
