Elana
“Where are you coming from?” Father asked in a stern tone.
Alex passed by me and went into the parlor. “I picked her up on my way back. I saw her walking by and decided to stop,” he said as he sat on one of the sofas.
“And where were you coming from?” He asked me. What’s his business? I’m an adult!
I let out a loud sigh and answered his question. “I was coming from the lakeside,” I lied.
“What are you always doing by the lakeside you lying w***e!” He shouted. I fell back in my steps as a result of the aggression packed in his tone.
“You do not speak to her that way!” Alex shouted at Father. Standing up from where he sat and walking up to him.
Oh no, Alex what are you doing? Now Efanell will have every reason to suspect.
“And who are you to tell me how to speak to my daughter?
