EPISODE NINETY -FOUR-PERSONAL TOYS

Karyna’s POV

I was still asleep when a heavy knock echoed against my door, jolting me awake. I sat up with a groan, rubbing at my eyes and my aching head.

My father's voice, cold and commanding, rang in my ears, and with a brief sweep of my surroundings, I was sourly reminded that I was back in his house, much to my displeasure.

That alone made me want to bury myself back under the covers and go back to sleep. At least in my dreams, I wouldn't have to deal with all of this bullshit.

“Are you fucking your professor?” He asked the moment he barged into my room, the veins on his face becoming more prominent by the minute, I thought he might explode.

“So what?” I returned angrily, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

I didn’t bother trying to be polite anymore. From the moment he threw me out, he ceased to be my father. I was hellbent on frustrating him until he sent me out of his house again.

The expression on my face must have told him my intention because he threw my phone at me, causing me