Twenty-One
Marissa At some point, I must have drifted off. But, as always, I slept lightly. The soft click of my door jolted me awake. My ears strained against the silence. Someone had stepped into my room. My fingers fumbled for the lamp switch. Light flooded the space, revealing my father standing in the doorway. Still foggy from sleep, I registered his presence. He grinned, bouncing on his heels like a child with the best news of his life. What the hell was wrong with this man, barging into my room and acting giddy in the middle of the damn night? A headache was pulsed at my temples. I shoved my tangled hair back and sat up, rubbing the ache from my skull. "Do you not understand the concept of knocking?” He waved a hand. "Why would I knock? I’m the one who gave birth to you." "Pretty sure
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