Book 9 Chapter 2: Her Father
-Harper- How long had it been? It had to have been back when I turned eighteen, and he had come for me one last time, asking me, now that my mom had died, if I wanted to come back with him and live there. He made this stupid speech about taking care of me and helping me. I had been so mad at him, just slamming the door in his face and telling him to go to hell because I would not be going anywhere with him. He had knocked on the door for a while, asking, pleading, begging, me, but I had not listened. I just told him I never wanted to see him again, and eventually, he left. He had respected my choice for about six years, so why the hell was he here now?! “You aren’t welcome here,” I told him, pointing at him, before darting down another hallway that led to an elevator. I pressed the butt
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