"Fuck."
Mrs. Santiago and Cassie instantly stop packing my stuff at my sudden exclamation, turning towards me.
"What is it?" Cassie asks, rushing to my side and looking out. Once she sees him too, she has the same reaction as me, though a bit more volatile. "f**k, why the hells is he back?!"
Mrs. Santiago goes pale. "You don't mean..."
I barely have the strength to nod and answer her, though in barely a whisper. "He's here."
My father is home.
"Why though? Doesn't he have work or something?" Cassie exclaims.
Yes, he does. My father is a strict man, but he is the most strict on himself. Ever since my mother died, he's never taken a day off. Not for a vacation. Not for a sick day. Not even when my youngest brother had a horrible flu. I ended up having to leave class and take care of h
