Chapter 1
He slapped me right on my face. Why? Because I didn't cook his breakfast right. He is always like this: cruel, cold, and, moreover, merciless. Tears dropped down my face, and I muttered a small sorry as I looked down. I wanted to cry out loud, but could I? This man was merciless; he didn't give a fuck about my tears. I understood this a while ago. He looked at me, and as soon as I saw his eye soften, his cold face came back. I felt my heart crack a little. I heard him say "fuck" in a low voice as he walked out without any words. I fell on my knees. As I cried harder now, this is my life. CRAZY, right?
