The flight to Los Angeles was a really pleasant one. Although I imagined the airplane to have more passengers, we were the only ones on it.
I didn't know how long the flight lasted, mostly because I slept like a log. In fact, when I woke up, I was in a limo heading to my Aunt's house. I guess I'll blame my tiredness on the raging headache that claimed my sleep throughout the night.
I planned to support my Aunt but with that state, I couldn't hold up myself. They had given me painkillers that morning but nothing changed. I avoided my Dad until I left with my Aunt and cousins for LA. I still didn't know how to face him and thinking about his betrayal just increased my pain.
When we got to their equally large house like my Dad's, I was placed on bed rest. It was better I didn't ruin thei
