“Chelly’s POV”
“Please, Dad. Leave me alone. I don’t want to hear anything. I have had enough.” Tears rolled down to my cheeks as the words escaped from my mouth.
I never thought I would ever have to talk this harsh to my dad. He was someone, to whom I had respected for my whole life.
“Please listen, dau...,” I didn’t let him complete the sentence and interrupted, “don’t ever address me as your daughter.”
Even though from outside I looked angered, my heart kept aching from inside as if someone had forcefully clutched it with both hands.
“I am sorry, Chelly,” he apologized while his both eyes held hints of tears and grief in it.
“Sorry? For what, dad?” He didn’t answer my question but kept staring at me.
“Okay, I will forgive you... but first, answer to this one last question
