I couldn't sit calmly. Dad would be coming at seven and on the other hand, Olivia would recklessly pop here any minute. I didn't know what I was afraid of.
I kept on looking outside the window of my room, biting my thumbnail in nervousness. Only five minutes left till the clock strikes seven. Right then my eyes averted to the sound of the screeching of the car tires. Dad's car entered inside the gate and he parked it in front of the front porch.
Now he would come in, go straight to his room, take a shower and then he would walk up to my room and ask about my day. It would take him probably an hour to do his usual routine.
And by then, I would send Olivia back easily without getting worked up but the thing is that girl is stubborn and unlike me, she doesn't fear my father the way I do
