Candela's p.o.v

FLASHBACKS

“Get back inside you evil child,” dad pushed me against the wall, the hate boring heavy in his eyes as mom stood outside the rain, crying, cursing.

Eleven years old me couldn't feel my legs adhering to the orders I had just received. I needed to know what was wrong. Why are their quarrels persistent these days, but the fire dripping out of Dad's eyes was enough to tell me today was different. Not different good but different bad.

“Leave her alone ...