Anytime Sade looked at her arms, she saw the legacy her father bequeathed her, scars. Other fathers left their children sweet memories of advice, laughter, fun and courage. All Sade had were her tears and anguish both physical and emotional.
Every once in a while, she woke up from a nightmare, tears streaming down her face. She had just had one of those. In her dream, she was 10 years old again, her father was screaming for her
Folasade!
Come out right now because when I find you, it would be the worse for you!
Sade shivered where she was cowering behind the sofa tears running down her face. A shadow fell over her and she raised her fear striken face as the whip began its descent. She opened her month to scream and woke up still screaming.
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