I stopped chopping and looked at Isla for the first time. I wasn't sure what to make of everything she said. What is she even talking about? Money? Friends? They understood? Protect me?
"Did my mom tell you that?" I asked, starting to feel angry all over again. Did they really tell everyone that I was living some lavish, spoiled life? They all think that I was having the time of my life without a care in the world? Clearly, they don't know that I did come back. And I was thrown right back into the pits of hell by the very people claiming that they would have protected me.
"Well, honey, sometimes we were around for the phone calls with your dad-"
"Stop calling him that!" I snapped, slamming my fists on the counter. I clenched my jaw and looked away. I dropped the knife and gripped the co
