Owen's POV
I got back home from school and used the back door. I made sure no one was watching before hurriedly making my way up to my room.
"And where do you think you are going to?" my dad asked, halting me in my steps. The exact person I was trying to avoid caught me eventually. Just where does he always pop out from? I was very sure he wasn't there when I entered.
"To my room," I replied bluntly.
"Don't you f*****g dare play dumb with me? Where have you been?" he asked angrily. From his tone, he was very angry.
"School. Where else would I be coming from?" I responded.
"Great then. You would be in the best position to explain this to me," he said, dropping something that clattered loudly on the table. I turned around and my gaze met with him, as expected he was fuming with anger.
