Anger burns a person until he losses every last bit of his senses. The person no longer knows the difference between good and the bad. Everything feels same when we are angry. Anger. Rage. They burn people from inside, hollowing their soul. And I was no different. I loved my father but the anger I felt towards him had surfaced the love I had for him. First, separating me from Victor, the love of my life and then organising a party, thinking I'll attend it happily only increased my anger more. Blackmailing only fuelled my anger. I was anything was happy. Anything but okay with whatever he was doing.
I had dressed up in a button up blouse and dark pair of jeans. It was slightly sunny outside. I felt no interest in dressing up for a formal party. You don't look like a Burton anymore. Dad ha
