John Smith, the man your father sold you to to pay off his big debts. You hated him, he knew that, but he still wouldn't hesitate to spoil you. He never touched you, unless you wanted him to, but he was an angry person, he got angry very easily.

You were at home lying on your big bed in your pajamas and texting your friends. John, who had come home from work, hung up his jacket and loosened his tie a little, looked towards you.

"Do you want me to take you out to dinner? All my colleagues will be there, I don't want you to get bored at home." But you didn't respond, He stopped and stared straight at you, his muscles showing distinctly. "Who are you texting with?" He immediately took the phone out of your hand and looked at your messages and chuckled mockingly to himself. He read your message "'Maybe we can meet tomorrow'? Oh, I don't think so. I didn't take you from your father because you were going to meet some dickheads"

He put his phone in his pocket and continued to get dressed.

Ugh, it always happens what he says.