Aaliyah's POV
Patricia walked towards me and kissed both of my cheeks then stared at me with pity in her eyes which I hate the most. I don't want to be seen as pitiful.
Yes, my life is miserable but I never want their pity. I don't need their pity.
"Are you okay?" she asked with concern laced in her voice and I have no idea if she is just acting or not.
I know Patricia hates me. Even though she didn't say it to me directly I know deep inside she is holding something against me.
"I'm fine Patricia," I responded then she smiled as if she was relieved.
"Just tell me if you need some help I am willing to extend my hand," she uttered in the softest way possible then pulled me into a tight hug and caressed my back.
"You came back," I heard a baritone voice utter and when I broke off the h
