Layla's POV
"I f*****g hate this house and I will leave it if I feel like it!" I screamed stomping off to the front door.
I was not happy. More than not happy, I was purely in rage at the fact he said no to me. No to me going on the girls trip. Why am I not surprised at the fact that he said no to me. He never lets me leave the house for more than a day with people I considered friends. They weren't even bad people. They attended school with me and- Ugh it was sickening at this point. I think I lost most of my cool with him.
"Layla, you march up to your room right now! It is late and I shall not deal with your attitude tonight!" My father shouted at me then signaled for a guard to escort me to my beloved room. He took my arm and I shifted my body away from him.
"Don't touch me!" I
