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Chloe's POV

I crawl away from my spot on the bed. I make my way to my closet very slowly, and very quietly, afraid he will hear my footsteps from downstairs.

Once inside my closet, I shut the door, and crawl into the far back corner. Trying to make myself as invisible as possible.

I hear footsteps enter my room, and immediately smell the alcohol in the mans breath.

I hold my breath, and try to slow down my heart rate, afraid he will hear it if it too loud.

Just as I think I hear the footsteps leaving, my closet door opens. And the man's eyes find mine.

My father's eyes.

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