'You aren't doing a good job either." Laurel retorted with a look of hurt in her eyes.

She has always been like that, a cry baby. Antonia sighed, turning to her father. The fool and bastard. 'I said you should leave and never come back!"

Her eyes caught the visible marks on Laurel's skin. Her hands tightened on the plastic handle of the knife. 'leave or I will make you regret it."

He could have begged to stay, he could have done anything to make sure his girls was ...