Olivia's POV
The knock on the don't come repeatedly and I rushed out of the bathroom to check it out, I opened the door and it was my father.
" Olivia." She called out in relief.
" where have you been? I've been knocking for a while now."
I sighed and went back into the room and he followed behind me.
" I was in the bathroom dad," I replied but he still looked around the room.
There we go again, he is always on the edge.
" Seriously dad, you need to calm down before you fall sick please." I was concerned about his health.
" Where else could I possibly be in this cell? I've been locked here for over thirty days now. It's not like I have a choice anymore."
" Olivia." He called in a tender voice and held my hand.
I kept quiet and tried not to look at him.
" My child, I know you're upset, but I want you to know that I'm doing this for your good."
" I've been hearing that for the past thirty days dad, but we still can't find a way to get out of this shit hole. I am innocent dad, why do you
