One thing I knew for sure was that my father wouldn't think for even a second before divulging whatever it is that Azriel and his uncle wanted to know about me. I couldn’t blame it all on his selfishness though, the Clarkes were mafia after all.
I couldn’t think about this right now; I had to go back out there and try to act normal around these people. I had to try to act normal because I wasn’t ‘allowed’ to talk about what had happened this morning, to act as freaked out as I felt. It came crashing down on me, then, that I couldn’t ever confide in anyone about my life without breaking his rules. I loved my friends, I loved our sessions where we sat and shared information, gossiped, talked hopes, dreams, and uncertainties. How could I not ever share my innermost feelings and what was happ
