~ Sylara's POV ~
"Are you alright?" Ashley asked me while we sat across from each other in the cafeteria.
I looked up, managing a weak, forced smile and a nod.
"I don't think you're telling me the truth, Lara. You've barely touched your food, and your eyes look lost. You didn't even speak much in class today. What the hell is going on? Is it your parents again? Are they still trying to force you back into Alfred's limp d**k of a life? Just say the word, and I'll give them a taste of their own medicine. You know I can shut them down."
"It's not my parents," I mumbled, pushing the fork around the plate.
"Then why the sad face? I f*****g hate seeing you moping like this," she pouted.
"I'll be fine," I insisted, forcing another smile that felt like sandpaper.
"So you're just going to ke
