Sorry I couldn't be home earlier, Dad, but I was buried alive by two Sorceressi who wanted to break another dark Sorceress out of the prison inside the earth, and a dead Trammeler Sorceress is the only one with enough power to do that. A Trammeler is a tree person/bounty hunter, in case you didn't know, and, oh yeah, I'm a Trammeler Sorceress.
Right. He would flip the switch on the electroshock treatment himself.
The drone of the motor and the soft splashes of the tires through puddles pulled at my eyelids, so I lowered my window to let the smell of recent rain brush across my face. I wanted to be alert for when Dad killed me.
Keeping my focus on him and his impending wrath held all other thoughts at bay. Better to look ahead than at the horror under my brain fog.