"There you go again, Dad—you still don't understand me. You always put that man first anyway!" she barked, her anger directed at her father.
That morning, her father had found her eating breakfast; he rushed over to her and immediately confronted her.
"Fix your attitude, Celine. Was it right for you to sneak out? And don't you dare drag your brother into this conversation," her father replied angrily.
"Why are you even mad? I had a reason. Besides, that wasn't 'sneaking out' because it was an emergency," she argued.
Her father scoffed and shot her a glare.
"Emergency or not, it was still a reckless stunt to sneak out in the middle of the night. You can't fool me with those excuses of yours." He took a deep breath before speaking again. "You are not allowed to leave this house for three days, Celine. Do you understand!" he shouted.
She stood up from her seat, about to head up to her room.
It was two o'clock in the morning when her friend had suddenly called; her friend's mother was in the hospital, and she didn't know who else to ask for help. At that hour, Celine had been startled awake, still lacking sleep because she had stayed up late finishing a K-drama.
"I'm still talking to you! Don't you dare turn your back on me. You disrespectful child!" her father screamed.
She simply smiled and faced him. "I know."