Chapter 100

• Arabella Rivera
• That night I stayed in my room and listened to the disgusting words father said about me to mother. The warm tears that came from my eyes fell on my pillow, soaking the pale pink pillowcase.
• I didn't eat nor had the appetite to. The growl in my belly was serving as a distraction as I listened to the shattering of glass, the pounding of a door and the sound of burning tires. He was always one to walk away when things got too tough or he couldn't control the situation.