MYLA
I left grandfather’s house feeling more angry, angry about everything seeing them still have mouth to speak low of me made me want to bring both of them to their end and stop going through lines, they still saw me as someone they could mess with which was f*****g annoying. There was a pang in my chest, the more I thought about it, I didn’t have control over the situation which was even worse. Gerald doesn’t care to give me that authority, all he cares about is to toss me around how he saw fit.
I had to say my piece to him
I took my phone and dialed his number tapping my foot impatiently as I waited for him to answer but he didn’t no surprise there
“Take me to Gerald house” I told the driver
“What?” He asked confused
“It is an emergency hurry” I lied to get him to do what I aske
