ELLIANA'S POV
“What are you still doing here?" Tom snarled, looking at me with undisguised hostility. "This is my house, not yours."
“You are just a rude brat.” I snapped.
“You're just a pathetic little tagalong," he sneered. "My dad must be out of his mind to let you live here. You're going to ruin everything.”
I walked out of him and I found my room, I closed the door behind me, grateful for the moment of privacy. I started to unpack my things, trying to put the unpleasant encounter with Tom out of my mind. I knew it was going to be hard living with him, but I was determined to make the best of it. After all, it was only temporary, and I could get through anything for a few months. I just had to be strong.
As I unpacked my clothes, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it, expecting to see Tom again, but instead it was my stepfather, Jeffery. He looked concerned.
"Hi Elliana," Jeffery said, a warm smile on his face. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. How's the unpa
