Gianna

Marcus circles me and his eyes don’t leave me for a second. I keep my head low because I don’t want him to see the hatred in my eyes.

So far, it seems he’s convinced by my act and I have to keep it this way. I remember what my stepfather told me and I let it encourage me.

A lot of lives are counting on this and I have to keep it this way.

“What else?” he claims. “What else have you learned, Gianna? I want to hear you say the words.”

I screw my eyes shut for a ...