The sting on Celine's cheek was unbearably painful. Tears automatically welled in her eyes by the time she fully turned to see who had hit her. Her hand instinctively braced to hit them back when she suddenly paused.
Her father's blazing eyes were fixed on her with burning fury.
"You dare raise your hand at your own father?" He looked at her raised palm in disbelief and his anger seemed to burn even more. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her scalp backwards.
"It was my own fault for not teaching you manners. Now you think you're all grown up and have the freedom to be so willful."
Celine was astonished for a moment. Though her father used to ignore her existence and allowed Lydia to do whatever she pleased, he never was physically violent with her, nor had he ever hit her.
