31. SOUR DESIRE.

ISAAC’S POV “How many times was it? When did it start?” His breath came in ragged bursts. “Was it because she moved into your apartment?” I looked away. He didn’t really want the answers. And I was too exhausted from his fists to give them. Every strike had begun to blur into the next. “Isaac! Huh? Tell me! Was it when she moved in with you? You couldn’t control it?” I swallowed again, remaining silent. Then our eyes met and those seconds of silence and locked gaze gave him his answer. “No, it wasn’t. It started here, didn't it?” He rasped. Fuck, I almost sighed. I blinked hard. Aunt Yvonne gasped, covering her mouth, tears spilling from her eyes. “No!” “You bastard! How dare you think you can harass my daughter in my home?” Another punch. I couldn’t even brace for it this time. The room tilted. “Daddy?” Her voice cut through the heavy air like a blade. I turned, completely dazed. My vision was blurring, and there she was. My baby girl. She came rushing toward me with her hair tangle