Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Domestic Violence Is A Crime

Cameron's eyes were icy. "I'm a girl. Am I not allowed to wear a dress?"

"Allowed?" Martin snapped. "Have you forgotten what you are? Wearing a dress- don't you think that's a little messed up?" Cameron stared at him coldly. "Messed up? I wear a dress and suddenly I'm the weird one? You made me dress like a boy from the day I was born-what do you call that?"

Martin was momentarily speechless. "You're really pushing it," he growled, then raised his hand and swung it toward her face.'

Unsurprisingly, Cameron caught his wrist midair and held it in a tight grip. "Domestic violence is a crime. Ever heard of that?" she said, her voice sharp and clear.

Cameron wasn't short, to begin with. In heels, she stood at five foot eleven, towering over Martin, whose height had never been impressive. Just standing there, she completely overpowered him.

Martin froze. He hadn't expected Cameron to fight back. For eighteen years, she had taken countless beatings and verbal abuse. Whenever he was mad, he hit her. But this was the first time she resisted.