I was shaking with fear. My mind went blank. His cold touch against my skin made my heart pound like a drum. I bit him hard and pushed him away in a panic, then bolted out of the room. Stumbling back to the lounge, I was nearly overwhelmed by fear and nausea.
The lingering smell of tobacco on the photographer’s body clung to me like a suffocating grip, making me tremble uncontrollably.
Desperately seeking comfort, I turned to my parents. But just as I looked at them with hope, my dad delivered a harsh slap, sending me crashing to the ground. My right ear rang painfully, blood trickled from the corner of my lip and my face swelled up. Vivid to naked eye.
Abigail cowered behind my mother, her eyes darting back and forth between me and my Dad. After a moment, she approached hesitantly.
“I saw Lily was flirting with him and trying to seduce him. But then she suddenly ran away in fear. Why were you trying to seduce him, Lily?”
Upon hearing these accusations, I jumped up and yelled, “That’s a lie. I didn’t do anything! Why are you accusing me?”