I slammed the cab door shut before the driver could even say anything.
My whole body was shaking from rage.
The kind of rage that sits under your skin and makes your hands shake.
By the time I got to the house, my chest felt too tight. I didn't even think….I just pushed the door open hard enough that it banged against the wall.
Everyone turned.
Like they'd all been talking about me and I'd just walked into the middle of it.
My mom's face lit up, looking so relieved. "Hi, honey…"
I didn't even look at her. I couldn't. My throat was dry. I love her, I really do…. but right now, she was the least of my problems.
I wanted to get to him.
The man who turned my birthday into a goddamn press conference. The man who decided my life was just another headline.
"Where's Dad?" I called out.
"Is that how you talk to your mother now?" His voice… that arrogant voice that echoed from the study room.
And there he was.
