Chapter 39 Pop My Cherry

• TRICIA
• The creaking sound of the front door, snapped me out of my short sleep while it was been opened. Avala was slumped against me, her breaths deep with sleep. Donald smiled, while stepping into the house through the front door, I felt like killing him this very moment but I kept my anger in check.
• “Ava, baby, Daddy’s home,” I said, gently shaking her shoulder. Her head lolled, and her eyes staying closed.