The sun is already up when I opened my eyes. My eyes are too heavy that opening them feels difficult. The sun rays made me blink several times. I then shifted my position.
"Ouch..." I groaned as I felt the throbbing pain in my head. My hand went to my hand automatically. I caressed it and also massaged my forehead.
What the hell, Nathalie?
Still massaging my head, I looked at the ocean blue colored ceiling of my room. In just a few seconds, the vivid scenes of what happened last night replayed in my memory.
I frowned as I remember those things I have said to my father. I also remembered how he scolded and humiliated Evan last night… and then I remembered Evan’s face, he was pleading for me to stop... He didn't deserve all the insults from my father. He wasn't the one at fault when h
