Bianca
“Dad,” I murmured after cleaning my mouth and taking a deep breath.
“I will get you some water,” he said to which I only nodded, pressing my body against the cold and soothing wall. I felt as if I was burning a little. As soon as I caught my breath, I ran to the hall, hoping that Tyler was still there. A strangled cry vibrated in my throat as I realised it was too late. Dang it! I punched the wall in frustration like a mad she-wolf.
My father soon found me, a glass of water in his hands. He gave it to me and, after I drank it slowly, he wrapped me in his arms instead of complaining or saying anything about the many rules I broke.
I was angry with him, but his hug gave me the comfort I needed now, so I didn’t push him away.
Dang! I shouldn’t be that affected, given that I w
