"That was a pretty quick dinner, " Liv commented, looking up from whatever nail art she was creating as I walked in.
"I don't want to talk about it," I muttered stomping to my room, my head boiling with rage. I threw my purse on the armchair and flopped down on the bed, my head throbbing with pain. Mom crossed all her limits today. I was so f*****g pissed.
"Uh-oh," Liv remarked, standing on her tip toes by the door. "Did hurricane give you a hard time again?"
"Every f*****g time!" I cried almost pulling at my hairs. "Every damn f*****g time! Like how?"
"Still the same thing?" She inquired sympathetically, sitting down beside me.
"What else," I grimaced. "But this time she literally threatened to kick me out if I get involved with Tristan. Can you believe it?"
"Damn...where did
