Dad closed the door behind him, and I felt like the world had been kept away from me, I hated my life so much, and all this was my fault. How am I going to take care of an unconscious man who is half dead?
I wish I could have some help, what about waking the maids to help me? but that will make dad furious if he finds out.
There was no way I could deny the fact that I hate my dad so much. He always has a way to piss me off, I wish he was the person who had...
'Shut the f**k up, Daisy, you have no right to determine which individual to die and who to live. What about you die and allow them?' my brain shouted at me.
This was really crazy, immediately as dad closed the door behind him, I opened it, wanting to call a maid to help me out.
"And where do you think you are going to?" dad
