I sat on my bed, numb from the shock. I wasn't sure if my heart was broken or not, I couldn't feel my heart. I was in turns angry and afraid. Angry because I wasn't getting my way, and in a way, scared for the same reason.

I know my daddy, he's gruff and bossy with everyone and I know most people who don't know him would never believe what a big softie he is. But as his firstborn I know him, and I know that he would never deny me something I really want, and he ...