Chapter 45

Trigger warning. This chapter will include child rape, beating etc. So please read at your own risk. Otherwise you can skip the chapter. Third Person POV It was a very cold night. The house was covered with fog and darkness except for one room. The poor soul present in that room was suffering. She just wanted the darkness to engulf her in his arms and end her. But when she looked ahead, she saw the reason for her life, her 5 years old son who was peeping at her with teary eyes. She felt a whip on her back and whimpered. She tried very hard to control her pain but she can't control those whimpers and tears of pain. But still, she tried, not for her but for her son, who was sitting on the floor while hugging his legs. He buried his face between his knees and cried whenever he saw her whimpering in pain. The poor soul who was suffering was none other than Alice Miller and the little 5 years boy was Jack. "Daddy please don't hit Mumma," The little boy said to her father in begg