Freya’s P.O.V
The minute I stepped inside my house…I knew that my father was back.
Several of the furniture’s were overturned and the house looked like a tornado had hit it while I was away. Broken plates and vases, papers and god knows what else lay on the floor. I stepped inside carefully, making sure that I didn’t step on anything important.
My father was back for money and this time, he was desperate. Still a voice in my head asked, ‘when was he not desperate for money’?
He had made gambling his entire life and I was tired of cleaning up after him. I was done dealing with his s**t.
A crashing sound came from my room. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stayed put. He wasn’t just invading my privacy, but he was also destroying things that were precious to me. I didn’t w
