Cheryl's POV
As soon as I stepped into my room, I sank to the floor again and I couldn't help but laugh hysterically. How did I get into this mess? After a minute, I finally collected myself and sat at the edge of my bed.
"What a sick b***h," I muttered, shaking my head.
Just when I thought things couldn't get weirder, they always managed to surprise me. Irene thought she could use me against Father and have my own head at risk instead of hers. All under f*****g false compassion.
Tch, the b***h had a whole lot to learn if she thought I was going to be swept up with a bit of promises and sympathy.
I have been in this hell of mine long enough to know there was no escape from it unless I killed the person who locked me here and even Irene Vasquez herself can not kill Father.
