ARIA
"Because your mother is dead," those words kept echoing in my head like an ugly nursery rhythm.
I stood still, as reality sank in. My mother and I have never been close, not because I didn't love her but because I thought she deserved better and didn't have to put up with all the crap my dad made her go through.
"Aria, say something, " Alex muttered, startling me back to the present. I glanced at my father's face to see any sort of remorse but found none.
What the f**k! What the hell? What kind of father tells his daughter that her mother just died to make a point?
What kind of father doesn't tell his daughter that her mother died?
"Can I talk to my father alone?" I asked Alex while my glare was fixated on my father.
"Are you sure Aria? this must be a lot for you, maybe yo
