By the time we got to the dining room, I had four missed calls and six messages from my father, but I didn’t make any attempt to respond.
I tried to clamp down on my anger, and calm the rage that was boiling inside of me, but nothing I did was working. How dare he demand that I return after everything? He didn’t even care to know what happened to make me leave, he didn’t even seem phased that I was gone. His ego was bruised and that was why he was acting out.
“Are you sure that you’re okay?” Erina asked, stopping in front of the dining room to watch me. “If you need something-”
“I just want breakfast,” I cut her off. “Can I go in now?”
She pursed her lips.
It was clear she wanted to say more, but at the last minute, she decided against it and pushed the doors open. The first thing I
