Chapter 33 Seeing My Dad

• It had been two months since that night. Two months of endless pain, both physical and emotional. The beatings, the yelling, the control-none of it shocked me anymore. Even the worst of it-the nights Theo forced himself on me-had become something I expected. I didn't cry anymore. I didn't fight. I didn't even dream of escaping.
• I was tired.
• Resisting him just made him more stronger, crueler, and always in control. The punishments harsher. The nights longer.