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Naomi's POV.
Getting back on my feet, dad already held her using her clothes to hold her up while he began to shake her with it, and she yells and cries for him to forgive her if she had wronged him.
" Ha s**t! There's nothing in the bottle anymore, it seems empty. Someone must have drank it while I was on the floor." He said, pouting like a little child.
" It must have been no one else but you, this little witch. Definitely, it's you. He yelled while Susan, on the other hand, shook her head negatively which only anger him the more.
" Why must it be always you, this little witch, why! Why must it be always you!" He yelled dropping her on the floor making her fall straight on her butt while he aggressively drags her to himself.
He drags the half broken bottle off ready to stab her while I instantly scream, taking a quick run to where the only flower vase is sitting ready to hit him with it if that what it takes to stop him, I would do so.