As if this couldn’t get any worse. My sister is upstairs with a creepy shrine to one of my mates, and here I am, running into the one person I have wanted to avoid the most. I truly don’t have the energy to deal with my father right now, but I guess, at this point, I have no other choice. 

I stand still and take a few deep breaths. “I said: what the hell are you doing in my house?” I gulp, but no words are forming in my mind, let alone coming out of my mouth. I can feel my ...