"Nothing," I respond even though I know she's not listening. I watch as she tightens her grip on the newspaper. I look back up at her in desperation, tears filling my eyes. "Nothing I swear! I just- I finally found something I like doing with people I love, why can't you be happy for me?" I ask, my voice breaking as I try to plead with her but it was too late.
"He was famous!" She comments.
"He was self-centered!" Ava said, raising her voice.
The sharp sting of paper cutting my skin, making my hand fly to my right cheek instantly. "You self-centered b***h," she says to me before she drops the newspaper in my lap. "You only care about what you want, you don't care about anyone else," she says before walking out of my room and slamming the door shut, making me flinch.
"He was rich!" Our
