Amora's pov
Beads of sweat form on my forehead and around my eyebrows as I look from my brother, Stefan to my mum. I shoot sorry eyes at Stefan hoping he would help me get out of this once again but he turns away and I know immediately that there's no going back.
My mother immediately lets go of my arm and narrows her eyes on my body.
"Tell us Amora, what's going on?" She asks and walks over to her seat.
"Uhhhm, I'll have to come back again for this discussion.." the guest says and excuses himself.
"So sorry for the inconvenience.." my father mutters, and after the guest shurs the door behind him, my parents glue their eyes on me, and so does Stefan.
"Well.... I was getting bullied in school, and because I couldn't condone it anymore, I ran out and called Stefan to come pick me up."
