Elena
"No. You are not," The expression on his face was as sharp as his jaw. He seemed more pissed than before."I am not asking for your opinion, Marco."
If he hadn't pressed me, I wouldn't have told him. I don't know what makes Mom think she can control me. What makes her think I am still that 16-year-old she knew before? Her words were a challenge to me. She shoved it to my face that despite being an adult, I still live under her roof.
It hurts when I think about the promise I made to my father. How would he feel if I call him for help? Yes. My salary has been paid. But will it be enough to get an apartment? When I might need more to get some appliance. I can't possibly live in an empty house.
I so badly want to get far away from my Mom. Before it worries me how she goes around plac
