MICHAEL
I didn’t knock.
I didn’t have to, my father had publicly humiliated Betty enough, and now he was speaking badly of her in front of her colleague. That was terrible of him! Maybe my father was the problem, I should take the fall, he disciplined me for disrespecting her, after all, if I hadn’t pushed her to the edge she wouldn’t have given me an F. But he didn’t care. Family always comes first always.
So yeah, I didn’t knock, I just burst into his study, I’d planned to ignore him and head up to my room, get some rest but first, I needed to set things straight, so I threw open his heavy oak wooden study toom door and flashes of that day I caught him and celeste f*****g behind the table came rushing back, but this time I was determined to never let him ruin anything for me. I
