Chapter Two
CHAPTER TWO A metallic taste flooded my mouth as I was slapped. One. Nothing. Two. The slightest taste of blood. Three. Gushing blood. Four. Everything numb. I didn’t fight. What could I do? Natalia would just make up a lie, and considering the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Houston barely even trusted me, I would obviously be the one in trouble. I would just wait for it to be over. It didn’t even hurt anymore. I could tell it annoyed her that I wasn’t even making a sound. Apparently she doesn’t know that I never show any signs of being hurt. I was on the twelfth slap now. Eight more to go. At this point, I didn’t even care. I would just get this over and done with, so long as the brat didn’t get what she wanted. Tsk tsk. Who would be shameless enough to insult somebody and then ask them for MONEY, let alone asking for ANYTHING at all! I closed my eyes as she continued slapping my cheek. I felt the pressure, but nothing more th