I left in anger and locked myself in my room. It was best if he left me alone, or things would get worse for him.
“Bree, please, let’s talk about this,” he said, knocking on my door.
“I don’t want to talk. Can’t you just once in your damn life respect what I want?!” I yelled.
“Bree, I don’t want you to be mad at me. I did it for your own good.”
“Get out! I don’t want to talk!” I shouted again. I assumed he had left because he said nothing more.
I couldn’t understand why it was so damn hard for him to respect my decisions. I had been very clear with him: if I had a family, they were just blood ties. They weren’t there for me before, and right now, I was the one who didn’t want them in my life. Damn it!
I was so furious with Ramsés that I couldn’t sleep, so the next day I wasn’t in the
