Elana.
“Where are you coming from?”
I turned around quickly and saw my dad sitting on one of the living room sofas.
My heart immediately dropped to my stomach. Was he waiting for me? I’m in big trouble.
I walked to the living area and at the other end of the room Efanell sat staring at me waiting for my reply.
“Good evening Father,” I greeted, looking at Efanell, I nodded a greeting “Efanell.”
“I said where are you coming from, you fool?!” He asked, raising his voice.
“Father,” Efanell said, trying to calm him down.
I just stared at the man, excuse of a father, am I supposed to be scared of him?
I wish he'd died in place of mother.
“Where are you coming from Elana?” Efanell asked, sounding more concerned than the man who I came out of.
I sought deep for an excuse then I remember
