Marissa
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 he’d just won the lottery.
What the hell was wrong with this man, barging into my room and acting giddy in the middle of the damn night?
A headache pulsed at my temples.
I shoved my tangled hair back and sat up, rubbing my temples.
"Do you not understand the concept of knocking?”
He waved a hand. "Why would I knock? I gave birth to you.”
"Pretty sure that was Mom," I deadpanned. "The one you disrespected every chance you got.”
"Oh, come on, Rissa." He rushed
