When I woke up the next morning after the conversation I had with Danny, he wasn’t there anymore. I guess the moment I slept, he returned home and rested. I woke up feeling grateful to him because it put out the weight in my chest despite the heartache I was feeling. Today, instead of sulking over what happened between me and Liam, I chose to look forward to what Danny had said to me last night. I was keeping my fingers crossed that Liam wouldn’t let go of the things we’d been through because I thought I was ready, but I wasn’t. I thought I hadn’t clung to the hope that we could make our relationship work this time, but I thought to myself that I couldn’t do it without him. Maybe this was just a challenge and it would make us stronger. Maybe the world was just telling me to stop my wrongdoings and focus on improving

I looked back and forth between Lindsey and barbie in confusion. This wasn’t a coincidence that they were both in the same area right now, looking at each other as if they were communicating with their mind. Just seeing barbie plaster a smug face, made me grit my teeth and clench my jaw. And the more I thought about how they’d plan to set me up but practically failing because I aimed at Lindsey, it was making me feel more infuriated. I wasn’t a fool to not realize this trap Lindsey hauled me in, and they should be thankful that it didn’t work so I wouldn’t come after them. 

Liam pulled up in front of our house as I stared distantly to through the windshield. My hands were tightly gripping my pleated skirt while I tried to steady my breathing as silence consumed us. No one talked. He didn’t want to budge. So I flicked my eyes beside me and towards him, tugging a faint smile before sighing. “Once I step out of this car, everything that happened between us will remain a memory,” I started, breaking the silence inside his car. 

“What?!” I exclaimed, feeling the heat starting to surge in.  Danny ran his hand through his disheveled hair as I started to frown at him. “It just slipped out of my tongue while we were having a conversation about you. I mean&mdas

I went back to my room right after what Dad had told me in the dining area. My heart that was once thumping from nervousness was now replaced by anger towards Dad. I couldn’t stand them and I was so tired of complying that I tried to continuously lash out from their grasp because they never treated me like a daughter. They treated their child as a retirement plan and it was such a shame. I detested it when they verbally abuse me to feed my sister’s ego so she could downgrade me more. They should be grateful that I was able to put up with so much that I hadn’t thought of retaliating. I respected them though I knew they were crossing the line and I was having a hard time understanding their expectations towards me. I was a human being after all and I wasn’t perfect.