A horrid past

Noya's pov

"Papa," Snapping my eyes open, I moaned, trailing my hands on the bed.

"What are you doing here, Papa?' The question rolled off my tongue as I sat up on my bed rubbing my sleepy eyes.

I had been sleeping when I heard a creak only to see my father in my room which was quite strange because everyone was asleep and it was late at night.

"Follow me." He commanded me in a gruff voice.

I pulled the bedspread from my body and followed him out of the room through the hallway with one question stuck in my throat - What did my father want?

The cold night air burned against the sweat on my neck and cheeks, but I barely noticed because of the sheer amount of adrenaline coursing through my body and her heart slamming painfully against my ribcage.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the front door when he opened the front door and stepped out. I wrapped my hands around my small frame. Although I had my nightie on me, I was cold. I followed his lead into a deserted house we had stopped us