Mirabella’s Pov

A fist drives into my gut and knocks me out. I choke and cough, my hand clutching tightly onto the part of me that seems completely ruptured.

I fall face down and sob, there's not a part of me that is whole; at least not anymore and my father made certain of it.

"Enough with your whining!" Father's voice thunders as he forces me on my knees. "Tell me exactly what it is you saw that day," he orders and I shake my head 'no'.

"I don't remember anything." I lie; but I do it ...