Just like all the others, Detective Warren emerged from the study that day in a daze, his expression
vacant,
The other officers waited for his orders, but he simply walked over with a blank smile and untled my father himself.
“This was all a misunderstanding. I’ve just learned Claire was in a car accident recently–those
injuries weren’t from you.”
My father returned home safely.
I wasn’t even surprised anymore. I just begged Detective Locke to get me out of that house. Though confused, he agreed.
I secretly rented a place elsewhere, not telling any relatives or friends, and began living the life I
wanted.
Six months later, while shopping at the convenience store downstairs, I ran into Detective Warren.
He looked at me with an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry, I promised you, but I wasn’t able to keep my word.”
I shook my head with a smile. “It’s okay, I know you did your best.”
No one could leave my father’s study normally, and I knew he couldn’t control himself either.
We talked for a while. He warned me my father had been searching for me relentlessly. “Be careful. If he finds you…” If he caught me, I would surely face the same terrifying ordeal as before.
I nodded and thanked Detective Warren.
But the horror came when I left the convenience store–my parents were standing across the street, staring at me intently!
Fear grew wildly inside me, and I ran, my heart pounding in my chest.
After running for quite a distance, I turned into an alley, but I soon collided with a man.
I looked up to find it was my father!
A chill ran down my spine, and his fierce gaze terrified me into silence.
He grabbed me and dragged me back home.
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I only remembered crying for a long time that day, but no matter how much I pleaded, they wouldn’t untie the ropes binding me.
My sister sat beside me, eating cakes with a smirk, laughing at how foolish I was to try to escape she said I was just asking for trouble.
My door creaked open, and my father hurried in, followed by a doctor.
He looked familiar, with a worried expression, his eyes kind and reassuring, walking over to me with a few steps, his gentle appearance seemingly carrying a calming magic.
When he saw me, he furrowed his brow. “Her condition is getting worse. I suggest you take her to the hospital for treatment; it’s not good to delay this any longer.”
I was shocked and started kicking and thrashing.
“Let me go! I’m not sick! Are you trying to send me to the hospital to be abused? Dad, if you don’t like me, you might as well just kill me! Why are you doing this to me?”
The expected beating didn’t come. Instead, my father’s eyes turned red, and he sat beside me, holding me tightly.
My mother also entered, wiping her tears, looking utterly heartbroken.
“Sweetheart, you’ve misunderstood your father. He’s always loved you. You’re our family. How
die?” could we ever mistreat you or let you
I glared at them, my eyes bloodshot. “Then tell me, what secret is hidden in Dad’s study? Why do all the men who see it leave me? Did you put a curse on them?”
I bit down on my father’s arm in madness, but he winced in pain but gritted his teeth.
